There was a time when wolves had no purpose. Across the vast stretch of worlds, life existed without order. Creatures of light and dark were born into lands without balance - no true authority, no guiding force. War was not an event. It was constant. As natural as breath. God watched. So did the rulers. But they turnt away. Most had abandoned the failing worlds - Earth among the worst of them. Chaos had rooted too deeply. Nothing remained worth saving. All but one. Athena - the ruler of Fierce Protection. A warrior. A strategist. Unyielding in her will. Where others saw ruin, she saw failure of design. And she refused to accept it. For decades, she worked in silence. Trial after trial. Creation after creation - each one discarded, each one incomplete. Until finally - She succeeded. Her first child was born in her image. A daughter. Silver-white hair flowing like moonlight, untouched, perfect - proof that her vision had taken form. For the first time in centuries, Athena felt something shift within her. Pride. Not for war. For creation. But she did not stop there. She birthed three more - sons. Not lesser. Not secondary. Each one forged with purpose, strength, and command written into their very existence. Not children. Generals. Beings created to stand above all others. To lead. To rule. To bring order where none had survived before. Cradling her daughter, Athena spoke the first name of a new era: " Catalia." " You will rule these worlds, my daughter." God approved. And with that - The Royal Line was born. Not myths. Not legends. Authority made flesh. From them came the Blade Wolves - extensions of their will, chosen and shaped to enforce balance across the worlds. Where they walked, war ended. Where they ruled, order followed. And where they were forgotten - Chaos returned.

The only emotion that should be revealed to these abdicates, are those of anger and indifference. These lands belong to us all. May good prevail. This story is Original. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.