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What if the balance of the world depended on a single awakening?

In the ancient land of Bathalumea, a once-mighty civilization now fractured by time and turmoil, whispers of a forgotten power begin to stir. Haraya, the fabled ability to shape reality itself, was long thought to be a myth, buried alongside the sovereign bloodlines that once wielded it. But Haraya was never truly gone—it only waited.

Now, as a new age dawns, the power begins to resurface. Across the sacred grounds of Bathalan, through the storm-laden waves of the Bagyuna Ocean, and into the shadowed ruins of Gintara, the resurgence of Haraya sends ripples through a divided world. The balance between order and chaos begins to tip, drawing the attention of powerful factions who see in it the key to domination—or destruction.

Among them, a descendant of the lost power emerges. Haunted by tragedy and driven by the dream of rebuilding what was lost, they find themselves entwined with Haraya’s awakening. But as the forces of greed, fear, and ambition converge, they must decide: will they wield Haraya to heal a broken world, or will it unravel under the weight of those who seek to claim it?

From the volcanic heights of Kaluyara to the enchanted forests of Aralyon, and into the unfathomable depths of the Diwang Abyss, Bloodline: Sovereign’s Awakening weaves a tale of hope, sacrifice, and reckoning. As ancient powers clash and the threads of fate tighten, one truth becomes clear: the return of Haraya may save the world—or destroy it forever.

"Bloodline: Sovereign’s Awakening" is a tale of reckoning and renewal, where a power lost to time could unite a fractured world—or be extinguished forever, leaving its promise unfulfilled.

Bloodline: Sovereign's Awakening

Iskayna could do nothing but watch in horror as Prina and Yvandro drifted toward the collapsing Abyssal Titan. Their movements were slow and reverent, their forms gliding through the thickened miasma like specters returning to their master.

The Titan's massive, deformed body twitched. A guttural, voiceless plea for salvation echoed across the battlefield, not in words but in a silent, primal resonance that rippled through the air.

It begged. Prina and Yvandro smiled. A tremor ran through their monstrous forms, not of pain but of exultation. As if, at this moment, they had found what they had unknowingly sought all along.

Yvandro's body twisted violently, the mist that composed his limbs deforming into a mass of writhing serpentine tendrils, each pulsating with malevolent hunger. His very form unraveled, his existence dissolving willingly.

Prina, in contrast, simply dissipated.

When Radiance Breeds Ruin IX