I Will Continue The Festival Of Souls!

In the annals of history. The Elysium family once reigned supreme, their legacy akin to the majestic flight of a phoenix. Seated upon the rays of glory, a position of power and prestige was a deadly invitation for ambitious and covetous enemies.

Their rivals sought to usurp their throne, exploiting their weaknesses and as time unfurled its tapestry---the pillars of their prestige began to crumble, casting shadows upon their once radiant legacy.

Throughout the ages, the Elysium name has been but a whisper in the winds of time, silenced by the collective might of the nine esteemed families. They conspired, ensuring the once soaring Elysium lineage would forever be grounded, a phoenix denied its rightful ascent.

The remnants of the Elysium surname clung to existence, a meager family of five barely eking out a living. Yet admist the struggle, the eldest son dared to dream-- Harboring a fervent ambition to resurrect the embers of their lost glory, yearning to bestow upon their name once more the wings to soar.

On a stormy and dark night, the family of five was cruelly reduced. Their lives snuffed out without mercy or remorse. Leaving behind the middle and youngest child to deal with the burden of their family's lineage and the particular unquenchable flames of vengeance.