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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 sky above the Craven Valley was stained with a dusky red, as if the land itself was preparing to devour someone.

Jyn walked alone… slowly, eyes scanning the scorched terrain, his hand resting on the hilt of Elthan.

The surrounding rocks glowed a deep crimson, breathing out faint smoke. Every few steps, Jyn heard soft tapping—like someone was following—only to vanish.

"It's not just the wind. Not just the mountain…

It's the breath of someone waiting."

Not even the wind dared to breathe.

Jyn froze. His eyes widened, heartbeat racing.

Then the rock wall beside him exploded.

From the fire and shattered stone emerged a figure cloaked in darkness and flame… Garod.

His face now even more disfigured, twisted by fury and heat, eyes blazing like molten lava.

"I wanted to see how long you'd endure, Heir of the Sword,"

Jyn stepped back once—but his eyes didn't flinch.

Garod, the fire-obsessed warlord, grinned as he dragged his heavy blade across volcanic stone. His voice thundered like a raging volcano:

Let's see what you're really worth, Heir of the Broken Sword!"

Jyn stood his ground, breathing heavy. His body was weary, cloak torn, fingers trembling slightly as he gripped Elthan.

"I don't need to prove anything to you, Garod…"

"I'm here… to ignite what's left of Valmyre's will."

Garod lunged like a torrent of flame, striking wildly. Jyn dodged, deflected, parried with minimal force. But with each passing second, Garod's strikes broke deeper into his defense.

Elthan stuck in the ground beside him.

Garod laughed, approaching slowly.

Or are you just a ghost of a fallen kingdom?"

Then Jyn raised his head—blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Ngroth has nothing to do with what's coming…"

He placed his hand on his chest—then on his sword.

"The fire inside me… has no name.

And the promise I made to my father…"

Elthan began to glow—white-gold at first—then flames slowly spiraled around it, as if responding not to mana…

Garod cursed, stepping back. But he wasn't ready for what followed.

Jyn screamed as he rose, and fire erupted from his body like a vertical inferno.

🔥 "Flame of Sword Will — Full Manifestation!" 🔥

A wave of pure flame—neither of Ngroth nor of Craven's breed.

A flame untainted, glowing with the white of Elthan… and the black chaos of Jyn's broken heart.

His sword sliced the air—flames coiling around it like a spirit fighting at his side.

Garod tried to block, but saw only Jyn's phantom pass by.

The fire swallowed everything in solemn silence.

No sound. Only light—then sudden cold.

Jyn stood amid the ash. His sword still burned…

But for the first time—his eyes were calm.

Chapter 6 : Flame