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

Shaw—no, Wrath—charged like a storm.

His fists, each larger than a man's head, slammed into the ground, tearing the earth open. Captain Elara leapt back, wind magic pushing her to safety just in time.

Sweat dripped from her brow, her mana flaring erratically as she cycled through spells just to keep up with his brute power.

A fireball hit Wrath's chest—no effect.

A wind blade sliced his cheek—he didn't flinch.

"How is he still moving after all that…?" Elara muttered, breathless.

From the sidelines, Ursa clenched her jaw. "Captain—!"

She launched forward, creating an earth golem suit around her, ready to shield Elara.

Kalea-Envy back to the battlefield

Kalea stood in her way, bruised but determined. "I envy you, Ursa… You'd die for your Captain without hesitation, huh?"

Ursa growled, "Get out of my way, Kalea!"

Kalea smiled sadly, "That's exactly why I won't let you. I don't want this fight to end yet… not if I have to retreat without proving myself."

Ursa's golem gauntlet clashed against Kalea's blade—again and again.

Meth lay on the ground, panting beside Aloy, her mud magic completely drained.

"I thought that guy Bob was gonna eat us alive…" Meth wheezed.

"Thank the heavens he got bored," Aloy groaned, leaning against a broken tree. "I can't move anything but my mouth."

They both looked toward Elara's battlefield.

A monster in the shape of a man, and their Captain barely hanging on.

A shadow blurred in from behind Wrath. A spear of darkness clashed against his back.

Wrath turned—Dred was there, armored in hardened rock and mana drills swirling.

Next to him, a figure dashed in, slashing at Wrath's side.

Synoh, eyes glowing with dark mana, wrapped in bandages, his body still weakened but burning with purpose.

"You rest later, Captain!" Synoh shouted. "Right now, let us fight too!"

Elara's eyes widened. "You two—!"

Dred smirked, "We're Division 10, remember? Don't count us out yet."

Wrath roared furiously, slamming a punch down—only for Elara, Synoh, and Dred to triple-block it, the ground beneath them exploding from the pressure.

Wrath Unleashed