Call of the Shadow Heart

Prologue

Prologue

According to the prophecy, the Child of Light is a revered being born from the essence of light and purity, the individual who embodies the balance between the light and darkness. This individual is connected to the god of light, Seraphina.

On the other hand, Seraphy, the lord of the underworld, the embodiment of all darkness, lay in wait, banished from Aetherian continent, eager to resurrect and claim the world and surround it with darkness.

".. Kael," a deep voice echoed through the shadows of the night.

With fast reflexes, Kael bolted right up, the rough bark of the tree scraping against his back as he awoke  from a shallow dream.

".. Kael"

His eyes scanned through the dark forest, instinctively searching for the voice that seemed whispering from the void. The moonlight poured from the canopy, illuminating from the ground around him as he grew impatient, desperate to uncover the hidden presence.

"As the darkness grows from the seedlings buried deep within you, do not falter. Our time has come to reclaim the power that has been banished from a long time ago..."

"Who are you?!" Kael hissed, heart pounding on his chest.

"Let it be known: your name will restore what has been destroyed, you must kill the light, before it consumes you."

Cold sweat formed on Kael's forehead, his muscles frozen for a heartbeat as thoughts spiraled. The voice felt like it consumed his body, pushing him into a combat-ready stance.

Moments passed, but the presence dissipated into the night. Kael sighed, frustration and disappointment gnawing at him, yet the air still felt charged.

In the distance, a flicker of the light from the torch caught his eye-two Eldorath soldiers patrolling nearby. Adrenaline surged as he moved, slipping into the shadows, his thirst for violence bubbling beneath the surface, ready to attack.

Before the soldiers could react, he unsheathed his dagger, the blade sinking into one of the soldiers neck with lethal precision. The torch flared and fell, extinguishing its light as the darkness enveloped the clearing.

Blood dripped onto Kael's face, yet he felt no remorse. With swift calculating movements, he turned to the remaining soldier, slashing across his throat, splitting the body into two.

His blue eyes glistened as the moonlight broke through the trees, his ash gray hair danced through the wind, swaying every strand, illuminating his form.

"I offer death, for the glory of the Shadow Tribe," he declared, walking into the deep shadows.

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