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In a world where magic and technology intertwine, ancient prophecies foretell the return of an unspeakable evil—the Devil God, sealed away centuries ago at the cost of the greatest warriors' lives. As the barrier weakens and darkness stirs, a legendary warrior is prophesied to rise, the only one capable of stopping the impending catastrophe.

Xie Lin, an ordinary high school student, dreams of joining the prestigious Bastar Academy of Magic. But when strange sensations awaken within her, she soon finds herself entangled in a destiny far greater than she could have imagined. As S-rank warriors search for the chosen one, secret organizations lurk in the shadows, seeking to manipulate fate for their own ends.

With war looming and time running out, Xie Lin must uncover the truth about her origins, master her newfound powers, and stand against an ancient darkness that threatens to consume the world. But is she truly the hero foretold, or merely a pawn in a grander scheme?

The Awakening of Shadows

A blood-red dawn stretched across the battlefield, casting long shadows over fallen warriors. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid sting of burned earth.

Seven warriors stood in a broken circle, their armor cracked, their bodies trembling with exhaustion.

The Devil God loomed before them—an ancient, monstrous entity, its form shifting between solid and shadow. It let out a guttural laugh, the sound vibrating through the ruined land.

"You cannot kill me," it whispered, voice like rusted metal grinding against stone.

The leader of the warriors, Elder Xiang, tightened his grip on his staff, golden runes flickering weakly along its surface. "Then we will do the next best thing."

The warriors raised their hands in unison. A chant, ancient and powerful, wove through the air, the very fabric of reality trembling beneath its weight.

The Devil God screamed, thrashing against the magic pulling it into the abyss. Its claws tore into the ground, but the spell held firm.

One by one, the warriors collapsed. Their life force drained into the seal, ensuring its power would last.

As the final words of the incantation fell from Elder Xiang's lips, the battlefield fell silent. The Devil God was gone, locked away.

But as the last warrior took their final breath, Elder Xiang whispered a prophecy—one that would echo across centuries.

"When the shadows rise again… so too shall the person who can end them."

Prologue - 1230 BC