**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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As Prince Lyxander woke from the magic affinity ritual, his eyes fluttered open, and he lay still, the weight of the fragmented glimpses of his future pressing down on him.
The sacred chamber of the Sanctum of Celestial Light buzzed with a tense silence, every face turned towards him, waiting.
He remained motionless, the images of a looming catastrophe replaying in his mind.
The vision was so vivid, so terrifying, that it left him momentarily paralyzed.
Master Ellias's voice cut through the oppressive quiet, gentle but insistent.
"Prince Lyxander, what did you see?"
Prince Lyxander's breath shuddered as he inhaled deeply. He pushed himself to sit up, his eyes scanning the expectant faces around him.
"I saw a battle," he began, his voice a whisper that grew stronger with each word.
"A battle that will plunge Eldoria into chaos once more. We will fight the demons again."
Gasps and murmurs filled the room, the news hitting everyone like a physical blow. The sages and soldiers exchanged anxious glances, their fear unmistakable.
One sage, usually stoic, visibly trembled, struggling to maintain his composure.
Princess Lyra, her voice a beacon of calm amidst the storm, stepped forward.
"Lyxander, did you see anything else? Any other memories?"
Lyxander closed his eyes, trying to focus on the chaotic visions.
"I saw a sword," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "A sword I have never seen before. It had a symbol on it, a flame and angel wings."
The room fell deathly silent, a collective tension hanging in the air. The sages exchanged looks of recognition and unease.
Finally, one sage, his voice filled with a mix of awe and dread, spoke up.
"What you saw, Prince Lyxander, was the Seraph Wrath sword."
Lyxander turned to Master Ellias, his eyes filled with questions.
"What is my magic affinity?" he asked, his voice breaking the heavy silence.
Ellias's face softened, though his eyes reflected the gravity of the situation.
"You wield holy magic, Lyxander. It is a power particularly effective against the undead and evil beings. It can emit a holy light to purify the surroundings."
The revelation rippled through the room, shifting the atmosphere from dread to a mixture of awe and concern.
They had expected him to see the Eldorian sword, a symbol of their lineage and strength, but he had seen something else entirely.
