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When the blood awakens, the legend begins...

In a world ruled by gods and shadowed by Ragnarok, a young warrior named Shao discovers a mysterious power coursing through his veins — the blood of the Chosen. A blessing… and a curse.

Torn between sacrifice and redemption, Shao must traverse the Nine Realms, confront fallen gods, and battle the undead. By his side stand Astyr, the swift-hearted warrior, and Hym, the silent giant burdened by a dark past.

But in the end, only one question remains:

Will he save the world
or destroy it to save the one he loves?

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_"When everything falls, only truth remains… cold, silent, and bloody."_

Not clouds—but ruptures in the fabric of reality, behind which forgotten souls screamed.

The earth trembled, as if trying to flee from its impending fate.

Xiao stood at the eye of the storm, his body ablaze with black and white flames simultaneously.

Every cell in him cried, "Stop"—but his will moved faster than pain.

Before his eyes, the embodiment of the Curse had completed its formation.

A colossal being with shattered wings, eyes that alternated between light and shadow, and a heart beating outside its body, suspended in the air, feeding on the wounds of time.

The entity spoke—not through sound, but by planting its voice directly into the mind:

*"Xiao… you are the first and last to bleed truth."*

"Don't listen! It's re-crafting your pain into itself! That's what it wants!"

But Heim's voice couldn't reach him—Xiao had entered another dimension—the realm of final choice.

In that space, a younger version of himself stood before him—the child who had witnessed his mother's death, carrying a thousand questions and buried emotions.

"Did you seek revenge… or salvation?" the child asked.

"I sought truth… no matter the cost."

And in that moment, Xiao understood:

⚡ His blood was not a curse… but a forgotten promise.

⚡ The Curse was not the end… but a tool of choice.

⚡ The embodiment of the Curse wasn't the real enemy… but a mirror revealing the self.

Xiao returned to reality, and before striking, he shouted—a cry that ignited the souls of every realm:

*"I am not chosen… I am the one who chose!"*

He leapt into the air, his sword blazing with the souls of all he had lost.

One strike… cleaved through the entity's chest.

But before the entity faded, it whispered with a voice colder than death:

> _"Even if you kill me… what dwells within you will never die."_

In the next instant, everything was silent.

Ester reached him, cradled his head against her chest.

"What have you done…?" she whispered.

For within him, a new voice began to rise.

But something else—something yet to be born.

chapter 70: Birth of Exile