NHI04

Synopsis:

In the war-scarred land of Eldoria, where ancient powers sleep and kingdoms tremble beneath political unrest, a boy named Synoh Vindral rises from tragedy.

Once a hunted child fleeing with his dying mother, Synoh’s only companion was a mysterious black wolf named Fel, the son of the legendary beast Fenrir. Trained in secret by a nameless knight—his own father in disguise—Synoh grows into a prodigious swordsman, mastering the elusive Shadow Dance style and carrying the burden of a forgotten prophecy.

At the prestigious Knight Academy, Synoh meets Lux Alaric, a noble and fellow prodigy who dreams of changing the world. Together, they forge a brotherhood tested by rivalries, betrayals, bloodshed, and the heavy cost of leadership.

As dark forces awaken and the ancient prophecy looms, Synoh must uncover the secrets of his origin — and decide whether he will rise as Eldoria’s savior... or become the harbinger of its destruction.

In a world on the brink of chaos, the howl of destiny cannot be silenced.

BlackWolf Origin

Synoh and Dred moved in sync, dodging and blocking each swift strike from Harold and Harry. The siblings, once protectors of the village, now attacked like shadows possessed—fierce, fast, and emotionless.

"Tch... you got a plan, or we just keep dancing till we drop?" Dred grunted, parrying another blow with his drill-enhanced gauntlet.

"Yes," Synoh replied, eyes narrowed. "Stall them—just a little longer."

As Dred kept the heat on, Synoh closed his eyes briefly.

"Fel, now," he called in his mind.

Fel's calm voice echoed in his head through telepathy.

"If you can focus your mana and channel my dark magic with precision, you can break the manipulation—but only for a single attack. Make it count."

The world around Synoh blurred. Inhale. Exhale. His body pulsed with dark mana.

A concentrated wave of dark magic surged from Synoh's palm, rippling through the air. It hit both Harold and Harry directly.

The two staggered backward, eyes wide. Their movements slowed. The haze in their gaze began to fade.

"Wh-Where… Where's my dad?" Harold muttered, dazed.

"Where is he…?" Harry added, panic rising.

Dred, catching his breath, gestured behind them. "He's right there—"

But before they could even turn—

A wet, sickening sound sliced through the air.

Synoh's eyes widened. Pain exploded in his side. He looked down to see a blade protruding from his ribs.

Dred choked out a gasp—he too had been pierced.

Behind them stood Elder Harven… no, not just Harven.

His once-gentle face now twisted into a lazy, cruel smile.

"Honestly," he said with a yawn, "I'm too lazy to fight you kids properly... So thanks for standing still."

The brothers froze in horror as they turned to face their father—no longer the man they knew.

And Synoh, clutching his wound, glared up at him, realization dawning in his eyes.

The Strings Beneath