HP - Shadow Monarch!

Chapter 01 - Dead.

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Third Person POV

Another World.

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For millennia, when the universe was still young and magic flowed freely and wildly, the Order of the Guardians was founded. Established by the rulers to protect a power that could not fall into anyone's hands before the rulers vanished, they were, until then, beings of immeasurable power. But seeing their existence disappearing from the universe and facing their end, they created the Order, with a sacred mission: to protect nine rings of power, each reflecting the power of a Monarch, other beings even more powerful with whom the rulers had waged wars, destroying hundreds of worlds and countless lives, centuries of millennia ago.

The Guardians, who were the force of the order, were chosen since childhood for their strength and exceptional abilities, they were more than mere mortals. They were the protectors of the cosmic balance between many worlds.

The Order's hideout was an ancestral castle, hidden in the heart of a dense forest forgotten by time in a world forgotten by time where hardly any other beings could find it. Its walls, imbued with ancient power, were a testament to the Order's greatness. It was here that the Guardians trained and planned, always vigilant against the forces seeking to destabilize the universe while it was the most guarded area of the universe.

But, on a fateful night, the peace of the hideout was shattered. An army of armed men, equipped with machine guns and technology from a distant world, burst through the magical defenses of the castle. Caught off guard, the Guardians fought bravely, but the invaders were many and ruthless, ending the less experienced among them.

At the center of the battle was Morou Kaind, one of the most skilled Guardians, ranked among the 9 heirs who symbolized the high echelons of the order to protect the rings with an affinity for a specific one. His combat was fast and agile, his daggers, extensions of his own arms, shone in the moonlight filtering through the shattered windows of the technological base. Morou was a storm of fury and precision, deflecting bullets with his blades and striking the invaders with movements that defied reality. He was a force of nature, a warrior born from decades of intense conflict.

Despite his skill and dexterity, the number of enemies was overwhelming. For each adversary that fell, another took his place. And when the castle walls began to yield under the weight of the attack, Morou realized that the era of the Guardians was coming to an end, but this should not happen, which means they were betrayed and he had to find the other heirs, as the most powerful, only together could they escape and take the rings, since only the heirs could touch them, his hope was to leave the planet with the rings and hide in another world.

In the whirlwind of steel and fire, while fighting, his focus was on finding the other Guardians. He passed like a line of death among the crowd of enemies, shooting, throwing bombs, but they appeared through the smoke reaping their lives with quick cuts, their technological armors seeming made of paper in front of Erza and Mirajane, his daggers that he shared all the major fights with since he acquired them more than 10 solar rotations ago.

Upon reaching a narrow corridor, and closing a door so as not to be followed there, Morou came across an even fiercer battle scene ahead. Three of his younger Guardian companions were surrounded, fighting with the same ferocity and desperation as him. Without hesitating, Morou dived into combat, his daggers finding enemies at every turn.

Together, the Guardians formed a storm of blades and power against the enemy force. Each one complemented the other, their combined skills creating an impregnable wall of defense and attack, Morou joining the fight that shifted to the advantage of the 3.