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In a world on the brink of destruction, humanity’s only hope lies in the Soul Sword, a powerful weapon granted to every child at the age of five. These swords are the key to fighting the Demonic Beasts that threaten to obliterate the world.

Eren, a young boy with white hair and piercing blue eyes, was born into tragedy. At the age of three, his village was destroyed by Nizen, a rogue Sword Emperor. With his family and home gone, Eren swore vengeance against the man who shattered his life.

His Soul Sword, the Ice and Water Dragon Blade, merges the elements of ice and water, a reflection of his appearance and untapped power. As Eren trains, he will rise through the ranks of the sword world, from Sword Disciple to Sword Venerate, unlocking new abilities and facing powerful enemies.

Driven by the pain of his past, Eren’s journey is one of revenge and growth, as he strives to defeat the Demonic Beasts and the man who destroyed everything he loved.

"Chronicles of Aetherra: The Soul of Ice and Water"

The golden sun dipped behind the spires of Stonevale City, casting long shadows over the cobbled streets and glowing rooftops. In the courtyard just outside the city gates, the four friends stood in a quiet circle, the wind gently tugging at their cloaks.

Kael extended his fist first, eyes burning with fierce resolve. "Five years. We meet here, no matter what."

Eren nodded, his expression calm but his eyes soft. "Five years. Stronger, sharper, and alive."

Lyra smiled, her green eyes misty. "Don't forget us, Eren."

Reina chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "As if he could. He'll be chasing us down for a rematch."

They all placed their fists together, a silent vow forged in the warmth of friendship and fire of ambition.

Then, one by one, they turned and walked toward their sects—Kael toward the storm-wreathed halls of the Lightning Sect, Lyra toward the blazing banners of the Fire Phoenix Sect, and Reina toward the graceful gates of the Flower Sect.

Eren, left alone at the city's heart, turned and made his way through the bustling evening crowds.

The streets were alive with color—merchants calling out their wares, spirit beasts pulling carriages, cultivators of all levels moving with purpose. Eren's black cloak billowed behind him as he walked toward a grand building etched in golden runes: The Verdant Crown Auction House.

The guards at the gate glanced at his badge and let him in without question.

Inside, chandeliers lit with spirit crystals cast dancing light across polished floors. Rare treasures rested behind glass walls: ancient pills, mystical beast bones, enchanted weapons.

He approached the appraisal desk, his tone steady. "I want a high-detailed map of the Southern Spirit Trail. And three months' worth of travel gear—pills, beast warding powder, dried provisions, fire-stone talismans, and a soul beacon stone."

The appraiser raised a brow. "Planning a solo journey into the wilds at your age? Brave… or foolish."

Eren smiled slightly. "Both. But mostly prepared."

Within half an hour, he was handed a rolled-up spirit-marked map, along with a spatial pouch containing everything he needed.

Before leaving, his eyes fell on a black mask displayed in the hall—etched with ice dragon motifs. He bought it without a word.

Chapter 17: Paths Diverge, Flames Ignite