ArslanSaeed09

In the realm of Lumisgrave, humanity is thrust into chaos when ancient Vaults—portals to the demon world—begin to open. With devils emerging and darkness creeping across the lands, humanity's only hope lies in those who awaken strange powers from the Surge—each individual ranked by the mysterious P.R.I.M.E. system: Omega, Alpha, Mythic, Apex, and Zenith.

Among them is Arslan, a quiet and conflicted young man burdened with a harrowing destiny. Unbeknownst to most, he is the vessel of Kar’Thæl, a fallen entity once feared by the demons themselves. While the world sees Arslan as another Mythic-ranked warrior, deep inside him dwells a power both feared and hunted—one that could save the world or doom it.

As friendships form, betrayals unfold, and demons invade, Arslan must learn to master his devastating abilities, earn back the trust of those he once pushed away, and unravel the truth behind the demon attacks. When the monstrous demon ZARELLE invades, it sparks a battle that reshapes the world’s balance—and awakens Arslan’s true strength.

But darker forces stir beyond the Vaults.

Ancient demon lords—Nyzora, Shadrak, and Valgorr—prepare a wild card no one expects. As Arslan begins forging his legacy and his mythic allies rise in power, the fate of their world, their families, and their hearts will depend on what he chooses:

Break the bond, or burn the world.

AK : RISING MYTHIC

The battlefield trembled beneath the weight of silence.

ZARELLE was down on one knee—his monstrous form bruised, scorched, and punctured. Smoke rose from his wings. His claws twitched. The demon's own blood stained the ground black beneath him.

From deep within ZARELLE's warped chest, a crimson glow pulsed—pulsed—pulsed—growing brighter with every passing second. The heat in the air surged, warping the shattered stone around him.

> "Kar'Thael," Arslan growled internally, "he's building something."

> "I see it," Kar'Thael responded instantly. "It's a self-destruct annihilation core—a Demon Wrath Protocol. He plans to destroy himself and everything within a half-mile radius."

ZARELLE chuckled, blood still dripping from his jaw. "If I fall, I will fall with you…"

His chest cavity cracked open slightly—revealing the orb of burning chaos within.

A loud hum pierced the battlefield.

> "There's no time for mercy or sealing! Arslan—now! Activate the final strike—use Combination Skill: VEILBREAK ANNIHILATION!"

Crimson Verge ignited in his right, Phantom Rift swirled around his left. From above, sparks of Eclipsion Pulse flared like violet stars. Then—all three converged in his palm.

The fusion burned so bright it turned the sky gold.

"VEILBREAK ANNIHILATION!" he roared.

The very fabric of space warped around him.

A pulse of pure silence followed—

A blinding eruption. Dark matter spiraled outward. A flashstorm of light and sound engulfed ZARELLE's body before he could detonate his core.

The entire battlefield was lost in a whirlwind of collapsing energy and billowing smoke.

Only dust remained. A haunting quiet swept across the field.

King Farhan and Julius stared, jaws clenched. The Zeniths stood still. The wounded Mythics held their breath.

Only fog. Earth torn. Wind choked.

A silhouette stepped out of the smoke. It was Arslan—walking slowly, head lowered, his coat tattered, blood running from a cut over his eye.

Kar'Thael's whisper came cool and calm in his mind:

> "Spread dust. Don't let them see anything. Do not speak. Let them wonder."

Arslan staggered forward, dragging Crimson Verge behind him. Around him, the dust spiraled higher, cloaking everything like a shroud.

> "Now," Kar'Thael whispered again, "we make them believe ZARELLE is gone—vanished into the Veilbreak. But in truth…"

A sudden pulse ran through Arslan's core. Behind the veil of dust, hidden by illusion and timing—

Kar'Thael had used the explosion's blindspot to bind ZARELLE with a Forbidden Chain Sigil, pulling the demon through a hidden gate, directly into Bound Threshold, the cursed realm that exists between dimensions.

A prison between realities. A lock no demon could escape from without a vessel or key.

Arslan said nothing. He simply stood among the rising haze.

Kar'Thael's voice exhaled gently now:

> "This… this is our first victory, Arslan."

> "No cheers. No glory. Just shadows and silence."

As the fog finally began to clear, Julius took a cautious step forward. "Where… is he?"

King Farhan raised a brow. "Is he… dead?"

Arslan didn't answer. He simply nodded once, solemnly.

Then after a while, he replied "Yes, he died"

Not a lie. But not the full truth.

From afar, Nirela—wounded but half conscious now—watched him, confusion and admiration warring in her heart.

Elira, barely holding herself upright, gave a weary nod of respect.

Arslan turned away, walking silently toward the Mythic courtyard.

His voice remained quiet, but in his mind, Kar'Thael's presence smiled.

> "Good, Arslan. You chose strategy over pride."

FINAL BLOW