Anomalihehe

"This land was once promised... to the Children of Light.
But that promise was betrayed—
and they were cast into a forgotten dimension."

Beneath the stillness of Paragon’s world,
the echoes of an ancient prophecy have begun to resound once more.
The Throne of the Heavens has spoken—
the children of the past shall return,
to claim their right over the Promised Land.
They do not come as shadows of what once was—
but as the spearhead of a new fate.

Yet their arrival is not the only omen.

The Blessings have descended,
bound to the chosen,
standing as witness
that destiny will move once more—
amidst burning fire and fading hope.

For in the end...


"I’m sorry if my English is not very clear or easy to understand." -Author-

The Holder of Light

"Do you think they'll wake up soon? I'm starting to get a little worried... You went overboard, if you ask me," said Nari, perched on the windowsill, her eyes fixed on the two figures still unconscious—Arion and Aria.

"They'll come to soon enough. Besides, the villagers are already starting to recover," replied Savior calmly, arms crossed as he leaned back in an old chair, eyes watching the village through the headman's window.

They were waiting for everyone to fully recover, and the house they were in belonged to the village head—who, as it turned out, was also Aria's father. While they waited, Savior had asked permission to use the kitchen to brew a remedy—one that would accelerate the healing of wounds and skin infections left behind by the Black Plague. Of course, the remedy required very specific ingredients.

And since Nari was a forest fairy who had lived among wild herbs and ancient trees for decades, Savior had immediately sent her to gather the necessary plants.

But the moment she saw the list, Nari let out a loud groan.

"Huh?! You think these plants grow right outside the front door? They're rare! Even I would need a month to find all of these!" she protested.

"One hour, then. Off you go," replied Savior flatly, still stirring a large bowl of glowing mixture.

"I said it's impossible! You lunatic, do you think everyone who lives in the woods automatically knows where every single plant grows?!" Nari snapped back.

The argument escalated quickly, and Nari began slowly backing away as soon as Savior reached for his staff and tapped it against the floor—a sign that his patience was thinning.

Thankfully, the village headman returned from the storage room just in time to defuse the situation.

"Peace, peace… As it happens, we've kept a good supply of those herbs. You're welcome to take as much as you need."

Savior let out a small cheer and dashed to the herb rack like a child who'd just found a secret stash of priceless toys. Nari only sighed, growing more convinced that the so-called "fringe legend" standing before her was actually just a madman with a stick and an oversized ego.

"If all legends were like him, I swear this world would've fallen apart centuries ago," she muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Savior began cleaning and preparing the rare herbs one by one. His hands were swift, his gaze focused… but his mind wasn't entirely present. His expression gradually tensed.

It wasn't some random surge of stray magic. It was powerful enough to awaken Gavrilo, the divine armor that had long slumbered—and more insanely, to forcibly merge it with Arion's body.

Savior suddenly stopped stirring. The potion in the bowl trembled faintly.

"That wasn't ordinary energy… That had to be one of the Seven. But who?"

Champion sword part-2