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Warlock Bloodline

In a world where warlocks once ruled, their power is now forbidden. For centuries, the greatest warlock of all 'Lord Zeroth' vanished, leaving behind only whispers of his legacy. But his disappearance wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning.

Kalen never knew who his parents were. Raised as an orphan in the slums of Vaelthar, he struggled to survive in a city torn by corruption and dark magic. But when a brutal murder in the shadows reveals a blood mark on his hand—a mark tied to the lost warlock king—Kalen’s world shatters. He’s no ordinary orphan. He’s the heir to a forbidden power.

Suddenly, Kalen is hunted by enemies who want his bloodline for their own. As he uncovers the secrets of his past, he awakens powers far darker than he ever imagined. With warlock clans, dangerous cults, and ancient creatures after him, Kalen must navigate a treacherous world of betrayals, demonic contracts, and old prophecies.

But the truth behind his father’s disappearance is far more dangerous than he could have ever predicted. As Kalen’s power grows, so does the mystery of the warlock’s curse. Will he master his dark inheritance, or will it consume him?

The bloodline of the greatest warlock is stirring. The heir has awakened. And the world will never be the same.

Warlock Bloodline

The air was thick with tension, the winds carrying the echoes of an old rivalry. Li Zhi and Takahashi Ichiro stood face to face, their gazes locked like two immovable forces of nature.

Ichiro grinned, cracking his knuckles. "It's been centuries, old friend. Tell me, how many students have you broken in the name of strength?"

Li Zhi's expression remained unreadable. "Enough to know the weak never survive."

Kalen, still catching his breath, watched the exchange with wide eyes. He could feel the weight of their words, the history between them stretching far beyond what he could comprehend.

Seraphine folded her arms, whispering to Kalen. "Who is this guy?"

Ichiro turned his head slightly, still smirking. "Takahashi Ichiro. War veteran, master swordsman, and the only man who has ever beaten Li Zhi in a duel."

Li Zhi scoffed. "You never won. We were interrupted."

Ichiro chuckled. "Keep telling yourself that."

A History Written in Battle

Centuries ago, Li Zhi and Ichiro were not just rivals but also comrades. They had once stood together against the tides of war, their blades carving legends into history. However, their philosophies clashed like steel against steel.

Li Zhi believed in breaking a warrior down to rebuild them stronger. Ichiro, on the other hand, believed that true power came from refining one's natural abilities, not tearing them apart.

Over time, their rivalry turned into an unspoken challenge. Every few decades, they would cross paths and settle their debates with a duel—one that never had a true victor.

Ichiro stretched, loosening his muscles. "So, how about it? One more round, for old time's sake?"

Li Zhi narrowed his eyes. "You didn't come here just to fight."

Ichiro smirked. "True. I came for the boy. But if you're so confident in your training, then prove it." He pointed at Kalen. "Whoever wins, gets to train him."

Kalen's heart pounded. This was no ordinary sparring match—this was a battle between two living legends.

Li Zhi exhaled sharply. "Fine. But no holding back."

Ichiro grinned, drawing his blade. "Wouldn't dream of it."

The ground beneath them cracked as they clashed, ancient power shaking the air. Their battle was more than just strength—it was history, philosophy, and years of competition condensed into every strike.

Kalen and Seraphine could only watch, caught in the storm of two titans.

And at the end of it, only one would stand victorious.

Chapter 17 – Rivals of the Ages