Chapter one: Hannya, part 1

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On the day that the quintessence Crystal reappeared, the world was on the verge of changing, for the Galra Empire, Zarkon had his forces trying to get it.

As Haggar walks through the ancient forest, her steps creating a soft crunch on the fallen leaves, she raises her hands towards a withered tree, long devoid of life. Her eyes glow with a sinister energy as she channels her dark magic, causing the tree to emit an eerie smoke that obscures the surrounding area. The branches and trunk of the tree begin to twist and contort, transforming into a humanoid shape - that of a dark daemon.

The figure, now released from its tree prison, descends slowly, hovering above the ground. A surge of energy envelops the daemon, pulsating with a malevolent presence. As the transformation completes, black butterflies materialize, fluttering around the daemon, enhancing its dark essence.

Meanwhile, in a tranquil clearing bathed in the soft light of the moon, Ulaz, a skilled warrior of the Blade of Marmora, stands near a peaceful pond. Its shimmering waters reflect the moon's gentle glow, creating a serene atmosphere. Ulaz gazes into the distance, lost in his thoughts.

Just then, as Ulaz confronts the two mysterious figures, his voice cuts through the tension in the air.

"What do you want?" he calls out, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the pair standing before him.

The first man, with long red hair, steps forward and addresses Ulaz. "Lord Ulaz," he begins, his voice carrying a note of urgency.

Before the man can continue, the woman interjects, her gaze fixed on the daemon. "We'll have your blade," she declares, her tone filled with determination and a touch of defiance.

Ulaz's eyes flicker to his blade, a brief moment of confusion crossing his features. But his focus quickly returns to the impending threat as the man with short black hair charges towards him, summoning a spear. His partner follows closely behind, summoning two blades of her own.

Reacting swiftly, Ulaz raises his hand, a surge of energy enveloping his nails and turning them a light green hue. With a swift flick of his wrist, his hand lashes out, unleashing a poisonous whip in a defensive maneuver.

The whip tears through one of the black butterflies that had been fluttering nearby, simultaneously striking down both attackers. Ulaz ends his assault, confident that the figures would no longer be a problem for him.

However, just as he turns to leave the marshy clearing behind, a chilling voice echoes from the forest. "That wasn't it," the voice taunts, sending a shiver down Ulaz's spine.

The forest seems to hold its breath as silence descends upon the scene, leaving Ulaz and the dark daemon to confront the unseen threat that awaits them.

At the shrine of lions, Romelle, a member of the shrine and the team's confidant runs around calling out for her father-figure and the head of the shrine, Coran.

"Coran, breakfast is ready." She called out

The elder man can be found at the base of the trees in the garden on the shrine panting quite heavily as his daughter runs up to him.

"Look, Romelle, looking at all the flower buds." Coran said.

"Coran, breakfast is ready," Romelle's voice rang out across the shrine. She hurriedly made her way through the serene garden, searching for her father figure and the head of the shrine.

Finally, she spotted Coran, breathing heavily, leaning against one of the tall trees. Concern etched on her face, she rushed over to him.

"Coran, are you alright?" Romelle asked, placing a hand gently on his arm.

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