⚔️✨ Chapter Extra 5.2 – Memories of a Distant Future

_“Only those who remember what was lost… can forge what is to come.”_


🕰️ Fifteen Hundred Years Ago…
It was an era without nobility, without inherited bloodlines.  Power alone determined hierarchy, and the weak were reduced to slavery regardless of origin.  In those days, the only currency was vital essence — the energy that now gives life to all magical beings.
Children were judged from birth:
- One would be born strong, surrounded by essential potential.  - The other, lacking even a trace of energy… would be rejected.  - Banished. Sold. Branded as social waste.
Those born with too little essence were sacrificed or left orphaned.  Those born brimming with power… were glorified by the system.
Because essence was not just power.  It was tribute.
It was the offering each population was forced to give to the Six Elders of the World — godlike entities whose bodies lived for millennia by consuming energy stolen from generations.
Their names defined an age of oppression:
- Colosus (of the Colossals) – The Tyrant of the Mountain  - Valtherion (of the Celestial Beasts) – The Beast of the Sky  - Velmira (of the Dark Elves) – The Mother of the Eternal Forest  - Elysara (of the Lucerians) – The Warrior of Light  - Damiros (of the Neptunians) – The Silent One of the Abyss  - Dafne (of the Nyxiel) – The Sorceress of the Eclipse
There were once seven…
But the seventh — Tenebrom, King of the Umbrael — was destroyed.
For he dreamed of a world without slavery.  A realm where the weak would not be cast aside.
The six elders conspired.  Kingdoms marched. Homes burned. Swords clashed.  The Umbra Kingdom was consumed in celestial fire.  Only one life was spared...
A newborn.  His name... Zareth.
He was hidden in the garden of a noble in the Kingdom of Terranova,  Far from essence-hunters,  Far from the bloodline that others sought to erase.


🌱 Ten Years Later…
In a humble village surrounded by crimson hills,  The noble who protected Zareth had become a beloved guardian of the people.  Unlike other lords, he valued harmony over power.
He had two children of his own:
- Sefir — a girl with fire-red hair tipped in gold, golden eyes, a radiant spirit.  - Dyor — a boy with midnight-black eyes and hair, his gaze wise and silent.
Zareth grew up beside them.
Three children.  Three threads of destiny.
- One… heir to a lost kingdom.  - Another… architect of the future.  - And the last… the flame that will rewrite history.