Prologue

**12000 Years Ago**: Due to a mysterious reason, several Supreme Deities of all pantheons disappeared.

**9000 Years Ago**: Demonic races seize control of the universe, sparing only the Milky Way galaxy, where celestial races make their last stand.

**7000 Years Ago**: On Earth, humanity unifies under the banner of the World Federation, ushering in a new era of peace, progress, and boundless ambition.

**4000 Years Ago**: Demonic Creatures known as Skarn started to appear all over the planet, throwing the entire civilization into the age of darkness. Age of Apocalypse is almost here.

**3000 Years Ago**: A segment of humanity evolves into Neo Humans. Born with an energy core, Neo Humans are capable of harnessing solar energy for various purposes, redefining the limits of human potential. When these individuals form an elemental core, they can harness the power of elements such as fire, water, earth, lightning, ice, etc. Everyone calls them elementals.

**2600 Years Ago**: The World Federation terraforms the Moon, turning it into a haven for the elite and the wealthy.

**2100 Years Ago**: The World Federation collapses, unable to control growing regional conflicts. From its ashes, seven great Empires emerged. The United Dominion of America, the Great Britain, The Tsardom of Russia, The Jade Empire, The Holy Bharata Empire, The African Union, and the Austro-Maritime league.

**1500 Years Ago**: A boy named Kaal—a human raised among Skarn—discovers Asi, the Primordial Sword, on the red sands of Mars

**1000 Years Ago**: Kaal, now wielding immense power, leads an onslaught against the celestial races, exterminating the last of the old gods.

**800 Years Ago**: Kaal ascends as Sovereign Xyrian, striking a dark bargain with the demonic races: in exchange for continuing to maintain his dominion over the entire galaxy, he will deliver celestial-blooded individuals as tribute. Religion fades, and Xyrian is worshipped as the sole deity over the galaxy, which roughly has about a hundred thousand active civilizations.

**756 Years Ago**: The last surviving Sun Deities from across different pantheons merged their essence to create Sol, the incarnation of Sun. Alongside a handful of surviving sages and warriors, he forges two hidden academies—places where celestial bloodlines are secretly trained to challenge Xyrian's rule, or at the very least, protect themselves to survive in the world where their kind is being purged.

**Present**

A vast, crimson-lit hall.

Pillars carved with ancient celestial symbols stretch to the high ceiling, their engravings cracked and bleeding molten gold. At the center of the battlefield, a red-skinned giant with three heads and six arms stands—his body battered, his breath ragged.

His opponent? A gray-haired old man, his body lean but sinewy, standing barefoot amidst the carnage. His broadsword, taller than himself, drips with divine blood. His face is twisted in exhilaration.

Kaal.

"Hah!" The old man lets out a manic laugh, swinging his sword again. The force of the slash tears through the air, severing another one of the giant's arms. "you are truly one of the strongest celestial beings I have ever fought, Agni. Go on… use more power…" The crazed old man was enjoying the battle to his heart's content, with each swing from his sword cutting down the flesh of his opponent's skin.

Eventually, the red giant being's arms were cut off one after another, leaving him helpless.

As the giant's body was forced to kneel without any arms left and two of his heads cut off, the old man put the sword at the last remaining neck, "It looks like you are out of power to entertain me anymore. You lost your purpose to live anymore. Any last words?"

The red giant regressed and transformed back into his battered humanoid form, taking heavy breaths, he glared at the enemy and shouted in hatred, "You may have defeated me, but as long as our bloodlines exist, a warrior will eventually rise to defeat you. No matter how strong the evil is, in the end, good always prevails."

"Heh," The old man let out a smile out of amusement, "You think so? You, the original celestial beings, crumbled beneath my blade. What hope do your diluted bloodlines have? Once you are gone, true order will reign—no more senseless wars, no more futile resistance. The galaxy will see an everlasting peace. From this day forward, I shall be known as Xyrian, Sovereign of this galaxy."

The Deva race warrior forced out a chuckle in response to the words, "Enjoy the night while it lasts, Kaal. One day, the light will eventually come to remove the darkness you unleashed upon the realm." His body was then immediately enveloped by flames once again, but this time, they burned hotter than ever, reaching temperatures of billions of degrees Celsius within a matter of a few seconds, followed by the explosion.

*Boom*

"Hah!"

Agastya wakes up with a jolt, his breath uneven, his body drenched in sweat. His hand gripped his chest as if trying to steady a heart that refuses to calm. "That dream again. When will this nightmare stop?"

The 31-year-old dragged himself out of bed, stepping onto the dusty balcony of his small shop. "The teleportation gates will open soon," He muttered, resting his elbows on the rail. "Maybe this time, I'll find a wealthy customer from the moon. Business is getting worse lately. Sigh…"

Later on, finishing his morning activities, Agastya got down and opened the store. Even though it was almost 9:30 in the morning and all the stores were open, the street looked quite lonely.

He couldn't help but sigh, "I guess zero customers today as well." The twenty-five-year-old dragged the chair outside and sat down, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight.

He closed his eyes for only a moment, and a shade fell on his face, forcing his eyes open, "Who?" A hooded man wearing a mask was standing opposite him, blocking the sunlight.

The stranger took out a silver coin, which seemed broken in half, and tossed it to Agastya. As the latter caught it in reflex, the stranger used a distorted voice as he said, "In two days, someone will come here with the other part of the coin. I need you to take her to Western Celestial Academy."

"Western Celestial Academy?" Agastya furrowed his brows; he gripped the coin and got up from the chair, facing the hooded stranger, "Who are you?"

The stranger responded by taking out a black colored card from her storage ring and handing it to Agastya, "It has one million earth credits. Your fee for this task."

"1,000,000?" Agastya's facial expression only hardened further, "This amount is enough to travel even to stay on the moon for a year. Who is that person you want our guild to escort?"

"You'll know when you see her," replied the stranger before transforming into a mist and disappearing within no time, not even staying there to confirm his acceptance of the mission.

Agastya frowned as he stared at the card; he fell into deep thinking, "The Bounty Hunters will chase them to death for sure. While they shouldn't pose any problem to my team, the fact that this guy employed a guild that is not even in the top 200 of this empire for such a mission doesn't feel right." He tossed the broken coin and caught it between his fingers, moving it away to look directly at the sun and letting out a smirk, "a secret escort, huh. I guess it will be just me."

A couple of days later, at the Palace of Iberica;

The Palace has seen several guests for the third princess' birthday event. This isn't just your usual birthday event. It is her 16th birthday, the day the princess will awaken her powers, become an adult, and officially eligible for the marriage.

The rumors of her beauty brought a lot of young nobles and wealthy heirs from all over the world, including a prince from the moon.

Everyone was at the banquet hall in the palace, waiting for the princess, who was at the ancestral temple instead to get the blessings of her ancestors, following the tradition of the royal family.

Her maternal uncle, the governor and two princes stood silently on the side as Princess Eliora Bat-El was seen praying for the founder's statue. It belonged to a warrior standing straight with a long sword in his hands.

As the princess went down to her knees with her fingers interlocked with one another, a servant in white robes came forward with a golden platter in her hands; there was a white-orb-looking object on the platter.

Priestess Isabella took the orb into her hands, sending the servant away, and gazed upon the princess, "Your Highness, in a moment, I will activate the founder's treasure to unlock your hidden power. Brace yourself."

The princess nodded in understanding, "Master." 

The fourth prince of Trikuta, Prince Samarth, who attended from half way around the world, leaned closer to his cousin, and whispered, "Do you think she will awaken the bloodli… I mean hidden powers?"

Albert's eyes remained on the princess, his arms loosely folded as he replied, maintaining his voice low, "Except for my great aunt, no one in our family awakened any hidden power during their 16th ceremony for the past century. It is unlikely."

"But she's my second cousin, though," Samarth countered, his brow furrowing as he glanced sideways at Prince Albert. "And our family had seen a lot of them."

Prince Albert shrugged, still watching the ceremony. "Doesn't matter," he murmured. "She is a third princess anyways."

Priestess Eliora momentarily closed her eyes, her lips moving in silent prayer as she poured her mana into the orb; the orb of Seraph glowed in bright yellow for a couple of seconds, releasing a stream of divine energy into Princess' body.

For the next fifteen seconds, nothing has changed except for the constant flow of energy into her head. The Duke let out a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. I was worried for a second that she…" His murmur paused upon witnessing a radiant halo suddenly appearing above her head. White feathery wings erupted from her back and a golden aura formed a layer over her skin.

"What!" Samarth exclaimed, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Angelic wings…" Albert furrowed his brows, he wasn't pleased to see this scene.

"My goodness. She has awakened the celestial bloodline. Something we haven't seen in two decades," a voice murmured from the line of servants in the back, filled with awe.

"But, individuals with celestial bloodline are marked for death!" came another worried tone.

"What should I do now?" muttered Governor Theodore under his breath, gripping his robes. His face went pale and his heart started racing like a horse on a track.