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VALERIA: Last Flame Rising

In a world where peace is a privilege paid for in blood, one boy rises from the ashes of powerlessness to defy fate itself.

Two hundred years ago, the Varnok descended — primal horrors immune to blade and bullet. Humanity teetered on the edge of extinction until the Origins appeared, beings of unfathomable might who gifted the world Essence Magic and drove the monsters back. Now, the last bastion of mankind survives on a single continent: Valeria.

In this new age, adventurers climb the ranks of power known as the Flame Ascension, battling monsters, exploring ancient ruins, and defending peace bought with centuries of sacrifice.

Kael Fael never wanted to fight. With a loving family, a heroic older brother, and dreams of a quiet life, war was never meant for him. But when a Varnok horde attacked his village and left his brother broken and near death, Kael tasted the bitterness of helplessness—and it changed him forever.

Years later, Kael stands at the bottom of the path his brother once walked. With only average talent but an indomitable will, he throws himself into training, determined to climb through pain, loss, and fear to reach a strength few dare dream of.

But as Kael rises, something stirs in the shadows. Forgotten rituals resurface. The Varnok grow bolder. And the truth behind the Origins’ arrival may be far darker than anyone knows.

When the last flame rises, will it be salvation… or the world’s end?

VALERIA: Last Flame Rising

The winds over Valeria howled with unnatural force.

Above the charred ridgelines and battlefield trenches, Essence Capturers hovered in formation—suspended crystal obelisks glowing with layered runes, recording everything in real time. The war had begun, and the world would witness it.

From every stronghold, citadel, and floating isle, thousands of elite soldiers marched. The unified response of guilds, legions, and warrior sects surged across the horizon—scattered like sparks ready to clash against a tidal wave of darkness. Varnok surges erupted like open sores across the continent—each one a gateway, a festering rift pouring nightmare creatures into reality.

But high above it all, standing on a jagged mountain peak above the clouds…

He stood still—Origin-ranked, his presence now mythic. Crimson cloak coiled in the breeze, his long black hair trailing like a banner of finality, eyes white as frozen stars. His body was silent, his breathing calm, but the mountain beneath him cracked, crumbled. Every heartbeat radiated a soft pulse through space.

"Proceed. Origin-class Varnok confirmed."

Kael took a single breath… and moved.

The mountaintop detonated behind him.

A thunderclap screamed across the heavens. Air shattered. Space twisted. Kael vanished.

In less than an instant, he crossed thousands of miles, tearing through dimensional resistance, blinking between atmospheric folds. He passed burning cities, warring battlefields, collapsing mountains—a blur of divinity wrapped in speed incarnate.

A crater exploded beneath his boots as Kael landed in the epicenter of the largest battlefield—ash raining around him, soldiers paralyzed in awe as his arrival stopped the sky itself from collapsing. Behind him, armies of humans and Varnok clashed. Ahead of him…

It had no fixed shape—only a shifting mass of limbs, eyes, and molten essence threads swirling in grotesque harmony. Its presence distorted the battlefield—turning screams to silence, fire to ice, light to static.

The air grew heavy. Time stuttered.

The beast saw him. A thousand mouths snarled in unison. The ground trembled as the Varnok descended toward him like a collapsing planet.

Storm began to crackle in the sky. Fire coiled beneath the surface. Lightning screamed within his veins. Gravity warped around his frame.

The War Ignites