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In a war-torn fantasy world divided into seven great kingdoms, each kingdom holds one of the Seven Legendary Swords — mystical weapons of immense power, each with its own unique magic and heavy cost. The Kingdom of Valmair, once proud and noble, falls to betrayal and invasion. Its legendary sword, Elthan – the Sword of Will, is shattered in battle.

Jyn Argren, the crown prince of Valmair, escapes the destruction of his homeland carrying only the broken fragments of Elthan. Branded a fallen heir, Jyn begins a perilous journey across the shattered lands to retrieve the remaining six legendary swords:
	•	Ngroth – the Sword of Flame
	•	Mirka – the Sword of Shadows
	•	Alinor – the Sword of Wisdom
	•	Braxus – the Sword of Blood
	•	Izkril – the Sword of Storms
	•	Lindra – the Sword of Purity

Each sword is protected by powerful enemies, ancient curses, and forgotten truths. Along the way, Jyn gathers a group of allies — warriors, mages, and outcasts — including the loyal sorceress Nora Val, the exiled knight Rook Tanner, the clever assassin Sera Dallen, and others. Together, they face monstrous creatures, corrupted generals, and the mysterious figure known as The Watcher.

As Jyn collects the swords, they begin to merge into a new, darker weapon. But one piece is still missing — the shards of his broken sword, Elthan. Only by reforging it can Jyn complete the transformation into the Bannerblade — a black sword of overwhelming power known as “The Banner of Shame.”

With this blade, Jyn seeks not only revenge, but justice — and the power to rebuild his father’s fallen city, Valyos, from the ashes. The final battles will test his will, his morality, and his heart — especially as romance and heartbreak twist the fate of those closest to him.

In the end, Jyn becomes more than a warrior. He becomes a symbol — a banner for the broken, the betrayed, and the brave

Banner of shame

The wind was hot… not like the usual winds of Kravin, but as if it were warning of an imminent explosion.

Jyn stood on a rocky hill near the village he had saved, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the charred black mountains loomed. His sword, coated in ash, hung at his side.

But it was no longer what it once was.

When he used the "Flame of the Sword's Will" in the last battle, he felt the mana within him wasn't just bursting anymore… it was taking shape, as if trying to express itself in a language he hadn't yet learned.

He slowly sheathed the sword and sighed as he descended the hill.

The ground beneath his feet hummed with a soft heat, as if it burned slightly with every step.

Jyn struck a charred trunk with a swift blow.

The sword glowed in two tones—red flame and a faint white gleam.

Then continued the drill — a step forward, explosion, barrier, reflection… like he was dancing with an invisible foe.

He unleashed a blazing strike that pierced through three trunks at once, scattering ash around him like a storm.

But his body trembled, and his knee hit the ground.

A girl sat near the well, her eyes calmly following Jyn's steps.

Her short hair and confident gaze were anything but ordinary.

"You know you're the talk of the region now?"

She said, playing with a stone in her hand.

Jyn looked at her without stopping, and replied coolly:

She smiled. "Lia. I know Kravin better than its own people. And I have information you'll want."

"Garoud. One of the Three Great Commanders. He's coming… to erase you from the map."

Jyn lured his new opponent into a valley filled with dormant lava and searing flames.

But Garoud was no ordinary warrior…

A double-headed axe, a body clad in black armor pulsing with fiery sigils, and a voice heavy—like a volcano itself was speaking.

"You sons of Valmire… you die well, but fight with sorrow."

Jyn tightened his grip on his sword:

"We inherited death. But we choose how to burn."

In a moment of silence, their eyes locked—and the first spark of their battle ignited.

But suddenly, Garoud paused, and a bitter grin crept onto his face:

"This isn't your time yet… I was only testing you. The real fight… is soon, son of the fallen king."

Then he vanished into the tongues of fire.

Jyn stood alone, as his sword flickered on its own…

A faint white glimmer—as if something deep within was awakening.

"No… I won't keep running. Kravin will ignite a fire in me that nothing will ever put out."

Chapter 5: “An Unquenchable Flame”