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NT Group

The NT Gang has a main goal of uncovering the past and to find out what happened to their Kingdom, Friends, and Time. And, to collect all the Artifacts and Relics that are rightfully theirs.

The Group consist of (as of the recent lore) Rikushi, Kite, Toku, Gem, Blaid, Ceri, Glonk, Valentine, Kandy, and Sori.

(Note: Names in the Stories will be their respective color and special landmarks, places, names, and items will be bolded)

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The Lost Kingdom
– P1 –
The Awakening

Long ago, in a kingdom bathed in moonlight and magic, lived a noble brat named Kite and her sworn protector, Rikushi, a loyal bodyguard and her beloved. Their bond was unbreakable, forged in trust, sharpened by love, and sealed from countless days together side by side.

But peace is a fragile thing.

Their kingdom, envied for its magical strength and harmony, became the target of a massive raid from the Orcus Kingdom.

Armies from beyond the horizon stormed through their walls, determined to erase the magic that flowed through their people.

Rikushi grabbed Kite's hand and quickly led her inside their house, bringing her to the lowest level of their enclosure and enacting a desperate, yet forbidden, Magic spell.

To preserve their bloodline and power, Kite and Rikushi were sealed inside an ancient grimoire--hidden away from time, locked in silence, stasis, and away from the rest of the world.

A thousand years passed.

Magic became widespread. Kingdoms crumbled. Skyscrapers rose where castles once stood, and technology ruled in a world where Magic was supposed to be the center of attention.

Enter Toku.

A down-on-his-luck young man with no Magic, no job, no Mana, and no direction in life. After being fired, with the last of his money, he bought a worn-down house on the outskirts of the city--a place with cracked windows, creaking floors, and a basement thick with dust and mold.

While cleaning off some old shelves, he stumbled upon an old, leather-bound book--its title long faded, its pages humming softly with something strange.

Half-mocking, half-curious, Toku read aloud a strange Latin phrase etched into a page with a weird symbol of a Magic circle around two beings.

Some time goes by and he tosses the book into the trashcan, continuing his work for a little while.

But, after some time, suddenly the air cracked. Light spilled from the book.

And then--they emerged.

Rikushi and Kite awoke in a world they did not recognize.

Rikushi, startled by the sudden interaction with a foreign-looking being, does a quick scan on Toku, realizing he is Mana-less. Rikushi quickly grabs onto Toku, threatening him whilst thinking he's an enemy, asking about where everyone is and if the raid is over. Toku responds that he is just a nobody and has no idea what Rikushi is blabbing about and that he's in the basement of an old shack with a roof that's about to collapse from age and decay.

Confused and disoriented, they stormed past the scared Toku and threw open the cellar doors--only to find their kingdom... gone. In its place stood a strange hybrid of steel towers and ancient ruins, magic paired with machines, their home reduced to whispers in history.

Now, with the help of the very man who freed them--powerless but a valuable asset--the two must navigate this new era. What became of their home? What happened to their people? And why does this world feel like it’s hiding something beneath all its lights and screens?

Together, an unlikely trio sets off on an adventure to uncover the truth, reclaim the past, and maybe--just maybe--reshape the world back to its original glory, in this strange world...

in Nova Terra.

The Lost Kingdom
– P2 –
Shadows and Sparks

The Trio heads to the closest City, which amazes them, as it was such a sight to take in. The city was alive--buzzing with neon lights, market chatter, and the hum of airships gliding between gothic towers and glass spires. Eagle City was nothing like the world Rikushi and Kite had once known, yet something about it felt familiar… like a song long forgotten, now heard faintly in the wind.

With Toku leading the way, awkwardly checking maps on his phone and getting lost every five minutes, the trio explored the city’s vibrant chaos. Kite's eyes were wide with wonder at the holographic billboards and towering structures. Rikushi, ever the protector, stays close, watching the crowds with a silent tension. Magic might have become a safer essence in this world, but danger never truly disappeared.

As they weaved through crowded streets and back alleys, Rikushi felt it--a presence. No, two. Shadows trailing them. Always just out of sight.

The feeling didn't leave, even as they made their way back to Toku’s house on the outskirts of the city. When the tension reached its peak, Rikushi halted. His hand instinctively reached for the hilt of a blade that no longer hung at his side.

“We’re being followed,” he said coldly.

Kite and Toku turned. Two hooded figures stepped from the shadows, their silhouettes lit by the flickering light of a streetlamp. For a moment, no one moved.

Then the taller of the two pushed back his hood.

“...Rikushi.”

The mage froze. That voice.

“Blaidd?” he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.

The second figure pulled her hood down slowly, revealing a girl with soft, downcast eyes and fur-covered ears--silent, cautious, and bruised by the world. Rikushi didn’t recognize her, but the sorrow in her gaze said enough.

Ceri offered a polite nod, clinging slightly to Blaidd’s coat.

“It’s really you…” Rikushi stepped forward, his voice cracking with something between joy and disbelief. The mentor he thought long dead stood before him, older, more worn, but unmistakably the same.

After a brief exchange of disbelief, hugs, and explanations, Blaidd led the group through winding alleys to a low, hidden structure tucked behind the ruins of an old chapel.

“This is home. For now.”

Inside, the air was thick with incense and glowing glyphs. Arcane texts and tech gadgets cluttered the shelves in harmony. A strange, mellow laughter echoed from the back.

“Yo, company?” came a voice.

A tall, easy-going man strolled out, his dark cloak dragging behind him like a shadow that didn’t quite obey the rules. “Name’s Glonk. I don’t bite... unless you’re into that.”

Toku blinked. “That was a joke, right?”

Glonk just smirked.

Before anyone could respond, a whirlwind of energy burst from a side room.

“CERIIII! Are these the people you were talking about?!”

A dark-blue-haired girl with eyes like starlight darted in, nearly tackling Ceri in a tight hug before bouncing over to Kite with a grin. “I’m Gem! I work with Ceri at the café, and oh my gosh, you are sooo pretty--wait, you’re both pretty--wait, wait, are you from the Terra Vetus?!”

Gem was a storm of excitement, and none of them had the heart to stop her.

As the night went on, stories were shared. Of survival, of betrayal, of technology being the 'new thing', and a new era that quickly swept across the land. Old bonds were reforged. New ones began to form.

And though none of them said it aloud, every one of them knew--this was no coincidence. Something bigger was stirring in the shadows of Nova Terra.

And this odd, unlikely group?

They were going to be right at the center of it and hopefully one day... at the top of it.

The Lost Kingdom
– P3 –
Echoes of the Forbidden Age

The sun sat low in the sky as the group made their way into Eagle City--its towering skyline a fusion of chrome spires, neon signs, and castle stonework poking through like relics refusing to be forgotten. In a world now dominated by tech and mana-less civilians, magic was little more than a whisper in back alleys or locked away behind glass.

Rikushi, accompanied by Toku, Blaidd, and Ceri, strolled the market streets, their goal? simple: food, supplies, and perhaps a little insight into who truly ruled this strange future. The world had changed. Magic, once sacred and free, was now taxed, regulated, and commercialized--just another commodity for the rich. And somewhere behind it all, someone was pulling strings.

As the group passed an old shop tucked between two sleek coffee bars, Rikushi froze. His eyes caught a glimpse through the dusty window--a familiar shimmer of obsidian black and faint pink glow. His saber. Not just any weapon, but his family’s heirloom--an estoc with a pink soul-gem, forged generations ago and had thought to be lost in the fall.

“Blaidd,” he murmured, eyes fixed. “That’s mine.”

Without hesitation, they formed a quiet plan. Ceri and Toku waited outside, playfully distracting passersby and the shopkeeper alike. Ceri offered idle conversation and subtle glances toward the shelves while Toku clumsily asked awkward questions, drawing attention away.

Inside, Rikushi and Blaidd slipped past wards and scanners, using old magic sigils that still whispered to those who remembered. One by one, Rikushi gathered his past: the black estoc, a worn gauntlet, five elemental rings--each pulsing with dormant power of space, fire, water, rock, and air. A cloak faded but enchanted, a relic rifle that looked like an antique yet hummed with energy, and other forgotten trinkets--twelve in total. Each one connected to the forgotten days of his bloodline.

As they exited, shadows moved with interest.

In the crimson glow of Eagle City’s red-light district, two figures watched--Reiku, a sultry enchantress with eyes like stained glass, and Rumoto, charming yet sly, lounging against the edge of an alley. They had seen enough.

Later that night, as the group returned home, Rikushi stepped outside for air. The city whispered secrets, and someone answered.

A hand slid around his waist, warm breath at his neck. “You’re not exactly subtle, relic hunter,” Reiku purred, her voice a blade wrapped in silk. “I could call the Peacekeepers on you. But…”

Rikushi tensed, hand on his saber, but didn’t move.

“…I won’t. Not if you come visit me tomorrow. My club. Sunset. Don’t be late~.”

Before he could answer, she was gone, the wind barely carrying her scent.

Back inside, the group laid the artifacts out across the table, each item pulsing with potential. With their return came a realization: these relics weren’t just tools. They were keys. Keys to a forgotten age of real magic--untouched by greed, unchained from laws.

And they were the only ones who remembered how to use them.

The age of forgotten power was beginning to stir once more.

The Lost Kingdom
– P4 –
Storms Beneath the Surface

The skies were dark and painted in heavy grays, thunder rolling through the clouds as Rikushi stepped into the neon-drenched alley leading to Reiku’s club. The air was sharp with tension. Inside, the music pulsed with life, a stark contrast to the cold words waiting for him.

Reiku, lounging at her private booth, gave a sly smile. “You're a dangerous man, Rikushi,” she purred, her voice like velvet. “You broke into a shop, stole a dozen ancient artifacts, and walked away unnoticed. That’s talent.”

She leaned in, her fingers lazily tracing the edge of her drink. “You should join my clan. We take from the rich, and we don't apologize for it.”

Rikushi’s face didn’t flinch. “I’m not a thief. Not your kind, at least.”

Her smile thinned. “Shame. I was hoping you’d be fun.” Her tone sharpened. “Then again… I could always make a call. Say you were responsible for some missing ‘priceless magical relics’.”

Before tension could boil, Rikushi rose, cold and composed. “Then I’ll give them a reason to come find me.” And with that, he walked out, the fire of defiance in his steps.

Weeks passed. The group trained hard. Rikushi, Blaidd, and the others scavenged and recovered more relics--long-lost pieces of a forgotten time. Each item brought them closer to the truth, to power, and to the danger lurking in the modern shadows.

Then came the storm.

It was late into the night when pounding shook the door. Blaidd, cautious but curious, opened it to reveal a man soaked to the bone, carrying two frightened girls.

“Please--help. They're after us,” the man gasped.

Without hesitation, Blaidd pulled them in, shutting the door hard against the rain.

“I’m Valentine,” the man said, kneeling. “These are my stepdaughters, Kandy and Sori.”

He looked up, his voice shaking with rage and grief. “I came home from work and… my wife--she was gone. Killed. Blood everywhere. Kandy and Sori were hiding in the bathroom. One of the robbers came back… I didn’t wait to fight, I just ran with them.”

The gang offered them shelter. For the next few days, they pooled their strength, took on quests and dungeons for coin, and eventually bought an old, abandoned village far from the city's eyes. They built homes, farms, labs, and defenses--balancing old magic and new tech. A place where they could live and grow strong. They named it: NT Village, and together, they became the NT Gang.

Peace never lasts long.

Late one night, a knock echoed through the hall. Then, before anyone could answer it, the door slammed open with force. Men rushed in, armed, masked, aggressive.

Glonk stepped into the light, calm but firm. “Hide. Now.”

The gang scattered to the shadows, hearts racing.

Valentine, staring from behind a half-closed pantry door, froze. He saw a familiar figure among the intruders. An unmistakable face. One he had seen only once--bathed in the blood of his wife.

“…Davie,” Valentine whispered, hate burning in his chest.

But something was off.

That face... was metal underneath.

Davie wasn't a man.
He was an android.

Built not for fun, or for peace, but for violence and destruction.

The Lost Kingdom
– P5 –
Echoes in the Dark

The storm had calmed, but the tension in the air remained heavy.

In the dead of night, the gang found themselves scattered throughout the house, hiding in the shadows. The power had been cut--deliberately. Flashlights clicked on as heavy boots stomped across the creaky floors. The Iustitia Clan had returned.

Under a worn bedframe, Toku held his breath, trembling as the mechanical footsteps of the android Davie drew near. The whirring of servo-motors buzzed in his ears as Davie paused… then turned away, finding nothing.

Across the room, Gem shifted nervously in a closet. Her elbow knocked into a clothing hanger, making a faint clink. A sound too quiet for most ears--except Davie’s. His head turned sharply. He began walking back toward her hiding spot.

Before he could investigate further, a sharp voice called out from the hallway.

“Davie. We’re leaving. Now.”

It was Rez--the self-proclaimed leader of the squad. Reluctantly, Davie obeyed, and the Iustitia Clan retreated into the night.

Once the coast was clear, the gang emerged from their hiding spots. The damage was minimal, but the message was clear: this wasn’t over.

Later, on the balcony of the house, Rikushi stood with Kite and Blaidd, discussing their next move. The city was dangerous, the village was vulnerable, and the Iustitia Clan was bold enough to strike their home.

Then Rikushi’s eye caught a flicker of green light pulsing in the treeline.

He shifted on instinct--whizz! A bullet barely missed his head.

Davie.

Without hesitation, Rikushi vaulted off the balcony, charging through the rain-soaked grass. Blaidd rang the house alarm and leapt down after him, while Kite dashed to grab her lance.

Sparks flew as Rikushi’s black saber clashed against Davie’s steel sword. The two exchanged blows in a flurry of power and precision--until Davie landed a brutal kick to Rikushi’s chest, launching him into a tree and knocking him unconscious.

Blaidd dove in with his dual daggers, coating them in Ice Magic, but Davie tanked the hits. With a powerful uppercut, Davie sent Blaidd crashing to the ground. He raised his blade to strike the finishing blow--

Boom!

Glonk entered the fray like a bolt of thunder. His fist slammed into Davie’s side with earth-shaking force, launching the android across the field and into the base of the nearby mountain.

Gem rushed to heal Rikushi and Blaidd as Toku stood frozen, shaking with fear. The battle had ended, but the tension remained.

Davie picked himself up, systems sparking. Realizing he was outnumbered--and outmatched--he turned tail and retreated into the forest.

But he wasn’t alone.

Silently, Ceri trailed behind him, tail tucked under her cloak. What she discovered chilled her.

Davie. Rez. Reiku. Rumoto.

They were all part of the same faction--The Iustitia Clan.

Ceri returned to the group, dripping wet and out of breath. She relayed what she’d learned: the Iustitia Clan planned to take their village and repurpose it for their growing criminal syndicate.

This wasn't just about relics anymore. It was about territory. Power. Survival.

Rikushi stood, clutching his blade, the pink gem on its hilt glowing dimly.

They had a village to protect. People to keep safe. Their home to defend.

But no matter what they did.

A war was coming.

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The Lost Kingdom
– P6 –
Flames in the Arena

Days passed in cautious silence.

After their first clash with the Iustitia Clan, the NT Gang knew better than to rest easy. They trained relentlessly. Blaidd pushed his Ice Magic further, unlocking techniques that chilled the air around him just by breathing. Rikushi’s control over Fire had become so refined that he could light flames without motion--heat followed his thoughts.

Even Toku, though still void of mana, had begun to handle his spear with more confidence. He couldn’t summon magic, but his heart never wavered (sometimes). He wanted to protect his friends.

One morning, the gang made a trip to Eagle City for supplies. The metropolis was louder than usual--banners waving high, fireworks popping, and streets buzzing with excitement.

“Whoa,” Toku muttered, snatching a flyer from a nearby board. “The Arena Games are back?”

The 775th Annual Arena Games. The city’s most anticipated tournament, held every year since Nova Terra’s founding. The winner received $10 million, three powerful Relics, and--most incredibly--a chance to duel one of the World Leaders for a chance to join The Table. There were 21 in total. The most elite, influential, and dangerous beings on the planet.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Rikushi asked, glancing at the others.

Everyone nodded.

But there was a catch.

Each team could only have four members. With so many of them itching to enter, the gang split into two separate teams. Kandy and Sori volunteered to sit out, offering support from the stands.

Team 1:
Rikushi, Valentine, Blaidd, and Glonk -- the heavy hitters. Veterans of battle.

Team 2:
Kite, Ceri, Gem, and Toku -- the adaptive and tactical squad, combining magic, healing, and agility.

As they signed up, whispers filled the registration hall.

“Did you hear? That android, Davie, is entering.”

“Reiku’s on a team too. Probably with Rumoto...”

The NT Gang was far from alone. Other powerful factions, assassins, underground fighters, and bounty hunters were also participating. The Arena Games wasn’t just a tournament--it was a battlefield wrapped in a spotlight.

The gangs split off to prepare. Weapons sharpened, armor readied, magic refined. Toku stared at his spear again, questioning if he really belonged here. But one look at Gem’s encouraging smile, and Kite’s smug confidence, told him everything he needed.

He didn’t have magic.

But he had his resolve.

And soon… the stadium would see it.

As finally...

The Arena Games were beginning.

The Lost Kingdom
– P7 –
Blood on the Sand

The crowd roared as giant screens displayed the matchups. Spotlights circled overhead. Broadcasters screamed commentary. And in the middle of the chaos stood the fighters.

Team 2 of the NT Gang--Kite, Ceri, Gem, and Toku--stood on the left side of the arena platform. On the opposite end, an imposing presence loomed. Team 4, known as Tyrannical, made the entire stadium shudder with anticipation.

Tyrant, tall and laughing, brandished his Tesla-Cannon with sparks crackling around him.

Beside him, Mek’s full-body mech exosuit glowed, sensors locking on like a machine scanning prey.

Zamy stood behind them, visibly shaking, and TLK, the angelic warrior, remained silent, glowing halo above his head.

Toku’s voice trembled. “W-We can’t win this…”

Kite flicked her indigo hair, annoyed. “We’re not here to win. We’re here to fight. Get your head together.”

Ceri cracked her lightning-infused gauntlets, nodding quietly beside Kite. Gem smiled and placed her hand on Toku’s shoulder. “Protect me, and I’ll keep them standing.”

The bell rang.

Boom.

Before anyone could blink, Mek launched forward, a blur of metal and propulsion. In seconds, Gem was struck across the arena and hit the wall, unconscious before she could even cast a spell.

Tyrant followed, unleashing his Tesla-Cannon, barraging both Kite and Ceri with high-voltage energy blasts. They dropped to the ground, convulsing as the pain overwhelmed them.

Only Toku remained standing.

He was shaking. Alone. Weapon trembling in his hands.

The crowd held its breath.

And Toku… dropped his spear.

“I surrender!”

The announcer yelled, “Team 2 is out! Team Tyrannical advances!”

Medics rushed in, restoring Gem, Kite, and Ceri's near fatal wounds with advanced healing spells. The girls were alive--but humiliated. In the Team 2's locker room, Kite looked up at the ceiling lights, teeth clenched. Ceri sat in silence. Gem looked heartbroken. And Toku... dead inside.

Backstage, Rikushi gripped the hilt of his Black Saber, eyes burning with rage.

Blaidd’s icy glare could freeze magma.

“They hurt them… that fast?” Valentine muttered, cracking his knuckles. “Then we don’t hold back.”

The next matchup was called over the arena’s booming speakers:

Team 1: Rikushi, Blaidd, Valentine, Glonk.
Vs.
Team 3: Reiku, Davie, Rez, Rumoto.

NTG vs Iustitia.

The crowd erupted again. It was more than just a fight--this was a war of vendettas.

And as the two rival squads stepped into the arena, weapons drawn and magic humming in the air, the temperature dropped.

Because everyone could feel it.

The Arena Games have only just truly started.

The Lost Kingdom
– P8 –
Ember and Mirror

The gates of the arena groaned open.

Rikushi, cloak fluttering, stepped forward with purpose. Valentine, cracking his knuckles. Glonk, stoic as ever. And Blaidd, his icy aura trailing behind like frost in summer heat.

As they walked toward the battlefield, Rikushi spoke low and clear.
“Valentine, Glonk--you’re on the front. Keep pressure high. I’ll move mid-range. Blaidd, watch our backs. If they slip past us… make them regret it.”

Across the field, the Iustitia Clan emerged. Reiku, smug and seductive as always. Davie, silent and calculating. Rumoto, spinning his ice-infused battle axe with a grin. And Rez… red eyes glinting, arms folded like a king.

Reiku issued her plan--Davie and Rumoto in the front, herself mid-offense, Rez to support.

Rez cut her off. “No. I’m going for Rikushi.”
Reiku sighed. “Then don’t miss.”

The horn sounded.

And war broke loose.

Valentine lunged at Davie, fists swinging with a fury only family could fuel. Davie, caught off guard by the sheer speed, stumbled back and switched to his rifle, unleashing a hail of bullets. But Valentine struck the ground, kicking up a storm of sand, vanishing into a dust cloud. Muffled grunts and metal echoes followed.

Rumoto charged Glonk, his axe roaring with cold energy. The blade came crashing down--

Clang.

Glonk didn’t flinch. The axe bounced off his shoulder like a pebble on steel.

“…What?” Rumoto breathed.

Then Glonk moved. One clean uppercut. Boom--Rumoto flipped midair, landed with a crack, and didn’t move again.

On the other side of the chaos, Rez met Rikushi.

“You’ve gotten soft,” Rez taunted, his fingertips shimmering with Mirror Magic.

"I don't even know who you are" Rikushi responded. He conjured a fireball and hurled it.

Rez smirked, catching it with a mirror shield, spinning it midair, and redirecting it with amplified heat.

Boom! The spell scorched a crater into the far wall. Rikushi dodged, sliding across the sand, singed but alive.

He pulled out his rifle artifact, locking a glowing Fire-infused bullet into the chamber.
Bang!
The round pierced Rez’s shoulder, sparks exploding from the impact.

Rez dropped midair, gasping. His gems flickered and fell to the ground.

Rikushi chambered the second shot--Rock.
Bang!
The sand beneath Rez’s feet exploded, pinning his legs under rock and soil. Blood now seeped from shoulder to thigh.

“You… bastard,” Rez growled.

His eyes turned black.
Veins bulged.
Rage Mode.

Rez conjured a jagged blood spear and hurled it like lightning. It pierced Rikushi’s left hand, pinning it to the ground.
Rikushi screamed.

Then Rez grinned, extending his palm. The blood in Rikushi’s hand began to ripple… then flow backwards--into Rez's gems.

Rikushi writhed in agony, the pain searing, soul-deep.

But before Rez could savor his kill--

Two silver flashes.

Blaidd appeared behind him.

“Die cold.”

With one fluid motion, Blaidd plunged both ice-daggers into Rez’s neck, twisting as frost erupted from the wounds.

Rez gasped, choked, and dropped.

Dead.

Silence fell.

Reiku dropped her pistols. “I surrender.”

Davie raised his hands. “So do I.”

The arena erupted in a roar.

Victory for Team 1.

Rez is resurrected by the clerics and brought to the hospital.

Rikushi and the rest head back to the locker room to prepare for their final fight for 1st place and to watch the other fight.

Rikushi peaks at his fist, clenching it, remembering the pain and savoring the victory.

But in the shadows of that win, a storm brewed.

Because if this was the level of power wielded by just one team… then the deeper rounds of the Arena Games would demand more than strength.

They’d demand blood.

The Lost Kingdom
– P9 –
Halo of Wrath

The arena still reeked of scorched magic and sweat from Team 1’s brutal clash.

The NT Gang, battered and bandaged, sat in the viewing room, screens flickering to life as the next match prepared to begin.

Rikushi, nursing his hand. Blaidd, his gaze ice-cold. Valentine, stone silent. Glonk, arms crossed, unreadable.

This fight… was going to be a bloodbath.

Astralla Clan vs. Tyrannical

The horn blew.

LuLu moved first--a black blur with a silver scythe. She sprinted across the sand toward Tyrant, her blade aimed for his neck in a clean arc of death.

But the moment her weapon sliced through the air--

Nothing.

Just a shimmer of static where Tyrant had stood.

Illusion.

LuLu blinked. Her body trembled. The world around her twisted, lights bending, shadows stretching. Tyrant had laced the battlefield with a tech-based hallucination field, and now--she was trapped inside it.

She stumbled, unsure, dazed.

Tyrant raised his Tesla-Cannon.

Boom.
A beam of raw voltage tore through her midsection. LuLu collapsed to her knees, steam rising from the hole in her stomach.

But then… her head lifted. Her eyes glowed with wrath.

Rage Mode: Activated.

Before Zamy could cast another illusion, LuLu moved faster than his thoughts--one clean slice through the neck. His head hit the sand before his body realized it was dead.

TLK, seeing Zamy’s death, snapped. His rage mode lit like wildfire.

Yunoi--desperately trying to cast healing magic--felt a sudden cold behind her.
She turned--too late.

Steel pierced her gut, and TLK whispered, “No more from you.”

She crumpled.

LuLu, barely standing, locked eyes with Tyrant. She screamed, voice cracked with fury, and dashed again.

Another shot.
She dodged it, blade ready to split him open.

But before she could reach him--Mek appeared.

Not a blink. Not a blur. Just teleported, pure tech precision.

He caught her scythe mid-swing, lifted her off the ground while she clung to it, and hurled her across the arena like a comet, the wall cracking on impact.

Faust, covering LuLu, opened fire to pin Mek down.
Mek calmly aimed his arm-cannon.
One shot. One hole. Through Faust’s chest.

She dropped.

Kaide, mid-duel with TLK, screamed in horror at his mistress' fall. That split second cost him--TLK drove a blade through his back, dropping him like the others.

LuLu stood in the wreckage, barely breathing. Blood soaked her robes. Her allies? Gone.

Still… she didn’t drop her weapon.

She didn’t surrender.

She simply lowered her hood.

Black angel wings unfurled.

A divine, haunting glow emanated from her halo, now molten gold. Her scythe grew--a second blade forming on the other end.

Her body floated a few inches off the ground.
She wasn’t flying.

She was ascending.

TLK charged.

He didn’t make it halfway.

LuLu moved once--and he split in half, sliced clean down the middle before his rage could even trigger.

She targeted Tyrant.

Mek intercepted again.

This time, he grabbed her wings--and shattered one.

LuLu screamed, a soul-tearing cry that shook even the NTG watching.

But as her blood sprayed, something inside her broke free.

A blue mist erupted around her, curling through her wounds. New wings burst from her back--two more joining the originals. Now, she had four total.

She blinked forward--past Mek.

Tyrant’s eyes widened. Mek reached--missed.

She raised her blade for the kill.

Mek latched onto her ankle.

Flash.

His arm fell to the ground, severed clean.

Tyrant, in a rare moment of something close to fear, teleported behind her.

“I surrender.”

LuLu didn’t care.

She turned and swung anyway--slicing off his ear as he dodged with milliseconds to spare.

Before she could swing again--a streak of silver shot down from the stands.

One of the World Leaders--a towering figure clad in robes of dusk and starlight--landed behind LuLu, grabbing her by the leg.

She spun to retaliate.

He whipped her into the floor, and with impossible force, tossed her across the arena, her body skidding into the wall like a ragdoll.

Silence.

LuLu was unconscious.

The match was over.

Astralla Clan won.

But the price…

Was blood, wings, and silence.

Back in the NTG’s viewing room, no one spoke for a long time.

“…We’re not just fighting clans anymore,” Rikushi muttered.

Kite nodded solemnly. “We’re fighting monsters.”

Blaidd clenched his fists. “Then we better become monsters too.”

The Arena Games weren't done.
And neither was the bloodbath.

The Lost Kingdom
– P10 –
Arch-Angel Ascension

The arena lights dimmed as the gates rumbled open.

Team 1 of NTG--Rikushi, Blaidd, Valentine, and Glonk--stepped into the sand once more, gear scuffed but spirits burning.

Across from them, a team cloaked in shadow and golden trim emerged.

One of them--a tall, radiant man with flowing white hair and golden tattoos--walked forward with an unsettling grace.

Rikushi’s eyes widened.

“…That’s Latro. One of the World Leaders.”

Blaidd’s eyes narrowed. “That sword… That’s no regular blade.”

Before they could speculate further, the horn screamed across the arena, and Latro moved like a phantom.

His sword gleamed like the sun and screamed like it was hungry.

Rikushi raised his newly-equipped shield, only to watch in horror as it melted under the touch of the blade. A near-miss--centimeters from his heart.

Latro smiled, lips dripping with disdain.

“Not bad. Most people die before they see it move.”

He raised the weapon, pointing it at Rikushi. “This is Sunbearer, one of the Five Divine Artifacts from Vetus Terra, crafted in the fires of the gods, lost for a thousand years.”

Blaidd’s breath caught.

“That’s… That’s the blade our kingdom’s last king wielded…”

Rikushi gritted his teeth. “Then this won’t be easy.”

Blaidd’s eyes sharpened. “I need time. Stall them.”

He broke into a sprint, pulling parchment from his side. As he slid behind a fallen column, he unsheathed his dagger--not to fight, but to scribe.

Back in the arena, Valentine and Glonk moved forward.

Valentine’s knuckles flared, delivering sharp, brutal punches that cracked armor.
Glonk, silent and immovable, caught blades with bare fists, blood dripping from his forearms--but still standing.

Yet the enemy team was relentless.

A lance slashed across Glonk’s chest. A spear rammed into Valentine’s ribs. Blow after blow.

Still, they didn’t move back.
They stood. They tanked. They endured.

Until finally, Glonk dropped to one knee.

Latro raised Sunbearer, light flaring from the blade.

“Fall, brute.”

Then the sky cracked--.

A pillar of white light descended from the heavens, crashing down onto Blaidd’s position.

The arena held its breath.

The column vanished… and Blaidd was gone.

“…Where is--”

A shadow fell over Latro.

He looked up--

And saw a figure descending with wings made of runes and radiance. His cloak now threads of light. His eyes blazing with old power.

Blaidd had ascended.

His voice echoed, layered and thunderous.

“I call upon the lost rights of the Celestials…
I walk beyond the gate of magic…
I am the Broken ArchAngel.”

Rikushi, stunned, stepped back.

Blaidd raised one glowing hand--an intricate seal hovering above it--and aimed at Latro’s team.

“Ray of Dissolution.”

A beam of pure arcane fury erupted from the sky, striking down on Latro and his allies like divine judgment.

The screams were swallowed by light.

When it faded, blackened armor and scorched robes were all that remained. Their bodies were swiftly teleported to the infirmary by Arena's medics--barely alive.

Team 1 stood victorious.

As they walked back through the gates, Rikushi turned to Blaidd, still hovering just inches above the ground, his wings fading into light.

“…What the hell was that?”

Blaidd smirked, his tone calm but distant. “Touching the Arcane.”

Back in the holding area, the rest of NTG and the watching crowd sat in silence. What they had just seen… wasn’t a technique.

It was a glimpse of something greater.

Something ancient.

Something that could flip this world's principles on its head.

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The Lost Kingdom
– P11 –
Divine Reckoning

The Colosseum, already cracked and scarred from the past battles, now stood silent.
A different kind of silence.
An anticipatory silence.

Only three teams remained.

NTG’s Team 1 had earned their seat in the final match--and they wouldn’t be the ones fighting now.

No, this next clash belonged to the only other remaining teams--Astralla Clan and the mysterious force that had torn through every round like a storm.

LuLu stood at the center of the arena, her robes singed, her eyes burning with fury.

The horn sounded.

A beam of demonic energy cracked across the sand like lightning--LuLu spun mid-air, dodging it--but Kaide, Yunoi, and Faust were not so lucky. They were hit directly and sent flying, bodies tumbling like leaves in a storm.

LuLu roared, eyes flaring white.

Her halo reignited.

Wings of obsidian and gold unfurled.
Her Vengeful ArchAngel form ignited.

She blitzed forward, divine speed tearing the wind apart--her scythe glowing like a comet ready to split the heavens.

But the moment she reached striking distance--

Boom.

A third figure from the opposing team crashed into her from above, driving her into the ground with a crater-forging impact.

Her halo shattered. Her wings snapped. The glow vanished.

LuLu went limp.

Unconscious and defeated in one blow.

Backstage, NTG’s Team 1 gathered in silence. Rikushi’s jaw tightened. Blaidd stared down at his hands. Glonk looked at the screen, unmoving.

“…We need a plan,” Rikushi muttered. “A real one. Not just who hits harder.”

The four huddled close.

They weren’t planning for a victory.

They were planning for survival.

Because the finals had just been announced.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN--”

The Arena shook from the voice of the commentator.

“YOUR FINAL MATCH IS HERE!”

The lights dimmed, spotlights slashing across the sky.

“TEAM NTG: Rikushi, Blaidd, Valentine, and Glonk!”

Cheers.

Then a slow, rumbling drumbeat.

“VERSUS--”

And the screen flared with godlike energy.

“SANA, MAGNUS, VIRGO, AND BIDUS.”

Silence.

No cheers.

Just pure awe.

“Sana the World’s Best Mage.
Magnus, the Godly Commander of War.
Virgo, the Divine Shield of the Heavens.
And Bidus--the Kingdom-Leveler.”

Rikushi turned pale.

Blaidd’s hand slipped slightly from its grip on his dagger.

Glonk just stands there (menacingly).

Valentine dropped to his knees.

His eyes trembled, mouth dry, sweat pouring down his neck.

“They… they ranked them… top twenty one in the entire world…”

“Bidus is number ten… The Kingdom-Leveler. He destroyed a city the size of Petra with one spell.”

“Sana is number nine. Her magic bends reality.”

“Virgo’s the fifth strongest… she once stopped a meteor with her hands.”

“And Magnus…” Valentine looked up, voice breaking, “…he’s ranked eighteen, and he's their least dangerous member.”

Blaidd grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Look at me,” he said coldly.

Valentine’s panicked eyes met his.

“You think we came this far to break now?”

Rikushi stepped in. “We either call it quits here--or show the world who we really are.”

Valentine, shaking, clenched his fists.

Then nodded.

“…Let’s go.”

The gates creaked open.

Sand crunched underfoot.

NTG entered the battlefield--opposite four towering figures cloaked in glowing energy.

Sana floated inches above the ground, eyes unreadable.
Magnus stood still as a statue, arms folded, sword strapped but untouched.
Virgo was armored in radiant plates, her mere presence humming like divine gravity.
And Bidus…
His aura bled black flames. Even standing still, the Arena floor beneath him cracked.

No words were exchanged.

No taunts. No threats.

Just tension.

And a storm about to break.

Rikushi narrowed his eyes.

“We show them everything,” he whispered. “Every last secret we’ve been holding, every last power we've trained, every last piece we've discovered in the last couple months, we will show them here.”

Valentine’s voice was calm now.

“Then let the world remember this fight.”

Blaidd Agreeing... "Godspeed"

The horn rang.

The Arena Games' Finals have begun.

The Lost Kingdom
– P12 –
Where Legends are Made

The horn blows for the final time.

Without hesitation, Blaidd ascends.

His body radiated with golden light as his Broken ArchAngel form ignited--wings of runes laced with the brilliance of the sun burst out from his back, and he surged toward the enemy like a comet. Rikushi, Valentine, and Glonk charged behind him, blades drawn, fists clenched, hearts steeled.

The Foes awaited.

Blaidd’s Sun-Beam tore through the arena--but when it struck Magnus and Virgo, it fizzled harmlessly, like mist on armor.

And then, the counterattack began.

Bidus, burning with chaotic power, sprinted at Glonk and Valentine, his movements cracking the earth beneath him.

From the sky, Sana unleashed a rain of plasma bolts, searing hot and blinding bright. One bolt grazed Blaidd’s wing--and it was enough. The radiant feathers incinerated instantly, the pain staggering high enough to make Blaidd spiral out of the sky. Blaidd started screaming, as he slammed into the ground with a sickening crunch.

But he wouldn’t give up.

With fire in his heart, Blaidd reshaped his crumbling sunfire aura into a blade--a blazing weapon dubbed the God-Protector, forged from his remaining divine energy.

He roared and lunged at Sana, blade seething with the heat of a dying star.

But just before contact--

A single finger stopped the blade. Magnus, unmoved, had parried the sun itself as if it was a foam sword.

Then Virgo struck Blaidd from the side..

Her kick sent Blaidd crashing into the arena wall. Ribs shattered. Blood spilled. He... didn’t move again.

Meanwhile, Bidus conjured a demonic core, a massive orb of black and red swirling power, and hurled it at Glonk and Valentine.

The two dodged--but the moment they moved, Bidus snapped his fingers.

A barrage of demonic sigils erupted around them. Lasers of hellfire rained down.

It was then that Glonk broke his contract--

He revealed his Forbidden Magic.

The crowd gasped as the arena bent inward, reality folding into a twisting spiral as Glonk’s body was consumed in darkness. He roared, summoning a Black Hole in the palm of his hand, condensing gravity and magic into a singularity.

Then--

He threw it.

The void swallowed Bidus whole--obliterating his core magic and slamming him unconscious, his body skidding across the ground like a meteor impact.

The entire arena shuddered.

Magnus and Virgo’s eyes widened--not in fear, but in understanding:

"This man could destroy worlds." They both thought.

They rushed Glonk, weapons drawn and energy blazing. He tried to stand again, but--

Snap.

Virgo shattered his arms with a single strike. Magnus slammed his palm into his throat, snapping his neck in an instant.

Glonk fell.

Valentine, now alone, didn’t scream.

He simply walked forward.

Quiet. Bloodied. Determined.

He threw a punch at Magnus--only for it to collide against divine armor.

Valentine coughed blood and collapsed to his knees.

Rikushi called out--his voice rising above the noise.

“I’m nearly ready! Just stall--!”

Valentine wiped his mouth. He smiled.

Mumbling "Now this'll be fun to watch."

Then--slammed both fists into the ground.

A veil of smoke erupted.

Then… silence.

Then… a charge.

A low hum to a high pitch. A thunderclap building from within.

Then--light.

A beam of pure, Arcane energy fired from within the smoke, ripping through the battlefield--impaling both Magnus and Virgo in a line of light.

It burned holes through their chests.

Their bodies crumpled.

Dead.

Sana, hovering in the sky, wiped away the smoke with a flick of her wrist.

And standing there, broken and burned--

Valentine.

He was breathing. Barely.

And then he used all the strength in this legs and he grabbed a hold of her arm.

Sana’s eyes widened. “Let go.”

She fired a blast into his side, almost tearing his body in half.

But he didn’t let go. He was using all of his strength to make sure she stays there and close to the ground.

And as she stared at him--

A figure appeared behind him. Which prompted Valentine to let the pain and tiredness overtake him as he falls to the ground, smiling.

A giant, white-winged being.

Halo radiant.
Circles of celestial magic spinning around it.
A divine sword floating above its hand.

Sana blinked--then felt the world spin.

Then she saw her own body, headless, as her vision faded.

Her head hit the ground.

The arena went still.

Victory.

The crowd didn’t cheer. They didn’t move.

They simply watched in disbelief as the white-winged figure faded into glowing particles… revealing Rikushi, still standing where the angel once hovered.

The arena exploded in cries and shouts.

The announcer’s voice shook as he called it:

“The winners of the 775th Arena Games… Team 1 of the NTG!”

As medics rushed in, lifting what few could still breathe, Rikushi stood tall. His team--battered, broken, and near death--had won.

And then--

The announcer stepped forward.

“…As tradition allows, the star of the Arena Games may now challenge one of the 21 World Leaders…”

All eyes turned to Rikushi.

His reply was immediate.

“I want to fight all of them.”

Gasps echoed across the coliseum.

The announcer stammered.

“W-we accept. But--under one condition. You may bring three allies of our choosing.”

“Your companions will be--”

“Valentine. LuLu...”

“...and Toku.”

Rikushi didn’t blink.

Toku became frozen in shock at hearing his name being called for the final fight of the year.

The arena trembled. The skies darkened.

For across Nova Terra--

21 World Leaders began to gather.

And the world would soon watch the greatest battle in Arena Games...no, in the World.

The Lost Kingdom
– P13 –
BlackFire Ignites

The bell rang. The final battle has begun.

Immediately, Bella stomped the ground with sharp precision--pillars of stone surged upward, forming a crude barrier between the two forces. Behind her, Ori reached out, creating a wall between the pillars, to protect and be an armored sheen of living metal--turning it into a shielded fortress.

On the other side, Vir raised his arms, earth bending to his will a watchtower of stone erupted skyward, lifting Sana, Novema, and Lupi into the sky like artillery on a divine perch.

They began firing spells from above, the sky glowing with every charged bolt and rune they cast.

At the frontlines, Anima and Paulta infused their magic into the warriors ahead, their Enchantment Fusion empowering the vanguards with speed, strength, and durability.

Kali--silent and focused--glowed faintly, her body charging up like a volcano ready to erupt.

She ran.

On the NTG Team, Rikushi remained kneeling, hands together, surrounded by a quiet but growing storm of white-light--his power still charging.

Beside him, LuLu’s body emitted a dark-red aura, her form wrapped in threads of shadow and chaos, waiting for release.

Then came Toku, eyes wide, breath sharp. He gripped his spear, trembling.

“We can’t stop her…” he muttered.

“No,” he said again, louder now, to Valentine, who was standing quietly ahead of them. “You have to stop her. If she gets through--Rikushi dies... We all die.”

Valentine didn't speak.

Instead, he reached into his shirt and clutched the old silver necklace that always hung around his neck. A family heirloom--or a seal of some sort?

He turned the dial, clicking 3 times.

A snap echoed in the silence.

Suddenly, purple essence swirled around him like a black flame. His veins turned black, bulging under his skin. His irises drowned in an inky void, eyes now fully black.

He exhaled.

And then he ran to meet Kali.

Kali’s charge was thunderous, the ground cracking beneath her steps.

They collided.

Her punch roared like a cannon--and Valentine caught it.

His hand broke instantly.

The audience gasped. Dust arose around them.

Valentine didn't scream. He grunted. He stood. The purple essence burned around him, reinforcing every tendon, and every bone.

Kali grinned. “You're stronger than you look.”

She pressed forward. Blow after blow.

Valentine blocked them all--until his stance wavered. His knees buckled. Blood spattered from his lips.

Bones continued to snap but he stood tall.

Meanwhile, Brevis--with a smug grin--detached from the group, circling the battlefield like a shark.

He crept toward Rikushi.

Toku, though nearly hyperventilating, saw him.

He stepped forward, shaking uncontrollably, and raising his spear. “Not today…”

Brevis smiled wider. “Cute.”

Back at the frontline, Valentine was on his knees, arms dangling, blood pouring down his chest with Kali standing above him, fists glowing gold.

“You fought well. You earned this.”

She charged one final punch--her strongest.

She fired it.

But just before it landed--

The necklace broke.

The seal shattered.

And the battlefield went still for half a second.

Then--purple fire exploded outward, engulfing Valentine like a dying star being reborn.

His feet hit the ground. Slowly, he stood straight, his posture perfect, his limbs healed in real-time. His hair darkened further and grew longer. Purple flames burst from his shoulders. His eyes were ablaze with pure void-light.

He had entered his BlackFire form.

“...My turn,” he whispered.

In an instant, he moved.

His fist blurred forward.

The next thing anyone saw--Kali flew backward, her eyes wide with disbelief, as his punch connected with her gut.

Time seemed to freeze.

Her body arched.

And then--

She crashed into the ground, unconscious, unable to continue.

The battlefield fell silent again.

The enemy’s powerhouse had fallen.

The sky seemed darker now, lit only by Valentine’s burning violet aura, pulsing like the breath of a beast.

From across the arena, Vir, Lupi, Sana, and Novema stared down from their watchtower.

Brevis paused mid-step, blinking in surprise.

And Toku? Still shaking.

But smiling.

Rikushi opened one eye, smiled, and muttered.

“…Perfect timing.”

The Lost Kingdom
– P14 –
The Blade That Cuts Reality

Toku stood trembling, his spear slick with sweat, his breath jagged.

Across from him, Brevis grinned lazily and sat on a stone slab like he’d already won. His voice was like poisoned honey.

“You’re shaking like a damn leaf. Some warrior you turned out to be.”

He snapped his fingers.

A tiny flame lit itself in the air and drifted toward Toku like a taunt.

Toku's clothes ignited.

He flailed and dropped to his knees, patting at the fire as it burned through his hope.

Brevis walked over slowly, crouched beside him, and placed a smug hand on his shoulder.
“Sit still,” he said, “and let the real ones finish this fight. Just be a good little peasant.”

Toku couldn’t even look at him in the eyes anymore.

Across the arena, Cris, seeing Valentine’s power first-hand, loaded an arrow and fired into the dirt at his feet.

Vines erupted like snakes, twisting into a dense wall--a cage of nature meant to contain the BlackFire beast.

At the same moment, Latro reappeared from the haze of chaos. The humiliation from their last loss to Rikushi still fresh in his mind, he locked eyes with Brevis.

“This ends now. We kill him.”

Together, they moved toward Rikushi’s charging zone.

But Toku heard them.

He snapped up, instinct overriding fear.

He hurled his spear--

--and missed wildly.

Latro paused, turning his head slowly.

He walked to Toku, dragged his spear with a scraping sound, and stopped just in front of him.
With an icy grin, he stabbed his spear between Toku’s legs, a clear threat. “Try that again, and I’ll gut you.”

But something in Toku changed.

He grabbed onto Latro, refusing to let go, his grip tight despite his fear. “You're not touching him!”

Latro raised his blade.

Then--BOOM.

A deafening thunderclap shook the entire arena.

Latro turned, eyes wide. “Rikushi…”

But he didn’t feel the blade already passing through him.

Rikushi stood behind both him and Brevis, his eyes glowing white-hot.

Latro looked down, seeing the glowing slice across his chest.

Brevis’s grin died the moment his legs gave out.

The two collapsed, lifeless.

The field went silent.

Then chaos resumed.

From all sides came Bidus, Vim, and Magnus, rushing to intercept Rikushi.

From above, Sana conjured binding chains of Arcane Law, locking Rikushi in midair.

But Rikushi--calm, pale, and absolute--whispered a command.

A magic circle ignited beneath his feet, summoning white flames that consumed the chains entirely.

The sky darkened.

He reached behind his back and drew forth a sword--not just a weapon, but a curse in steel.
It was wrapped in chains, its hilt sealed with glyphs and locks.

As he began to unsheath it, black fire licked the edges of the blade.

His voice echoed across the field:

“Oh flame of the void, Oh arcane beyond the stars--guide my blade. Let this final strike slice through flesh, through fate, through reality itself.”

He fully unsheathed the blade.

The arena trembled, whilst being secluded within a dense and dark black aura, emitting from the sword.

"Arcanic-Breaking Slash"

With one swift, world-rending swing--Rikushi cut forward.

A gash of pure energy--a glowing rend in existence--tore through the battlefield, crossing through:

Julie
Cris
Virgo
Magnus
Ori
Bidus

Each of them stopped mid-move.

Then they fell--slain by the swing that defied dimensions.

Rikushi fell to one knee, his breath shallow.

His skin grew pale, his body shaking--his mana, depleted.

Then came Sana.

She clenched her hands, conjuring a final wave of chain magic, embedding spikes into his exhausted body.

One. Two. Ten. Fifty. Hundreds. Thousands. Millions of spikes.

Each spike stabbed through him like nails through a cross, piercing muscle, breaking bone, and destroying the will to live.

He could no longer move.

Rikushi, the man who cut through six world leaders in one stroke, had been slain.

“NO!”

Valentine’s voice boomed as his BlackFire aura surged to monstrous levels.

He burst through the vine cage, launching himself toward Sana, wrath incarnate.

But--

He didn’t see the shadow behind him.

Vim struck silently.

A clean, perfect blow through Valentine’s back.

The fire stuttered.

His eyes dimmed.

His body fell.

Lifeless and crippled.

The crowd screamed.

And...

Two of the greatest had fallen.

But...

LuLu… was about to wake up.

The Lost Kingdom
– P15 –
Born From of the Ashes

The battlefield stilled, covered in smoke, blood, and broken dreams.

LuLu, finally reaching her ArchAngel form, radiated celestial fury--her wings immense, glowing with divine flame. She streaked across the field like a comet toward Vim.

But it wasn’t enough.

In a blink, Vim appeared behind her, his blade slipping through her back.

A cold whisper brushed her ear.

“Weakling.”

LuLu’s glowing wings flickered… and faded. She collapsed, her form dispersing into black feathers.

Toku stood there… the only one left.

Rikushi: impaled.
Valentine: broken.
LuLu: defeated.

He stared at the battlefield--at the beings that had crushed his friends.

He took a step back.

Then another.

His fingers loosened on his spear.

But--

A voice cut through the silence.

“TO-KU! TO-KU! TO-KU!”

From the crowd.

The NT Gang.

Ceri, Gem, Glonk, Kite, and Blaidd stood, bruised but unbroken, screaming with every ounce of breath from the stands.

Toku’s fingers tightened.

His legs still shook. His arms burned. He was bleeding from a dozen places.

But he picked up his spear.

And he ran.

The World Leaders laughed.

“Let the rat try.”

They hurled a boulder of pure earth magic.

BOOM.

The boulder shattered.

Smoke swallowed the field.

When it cleared, Toku emerged, cut up, limping, nearly broken--but alive.

Vim walked over, calm, unimpressed, and placed a hand on Toku’s shoulder.

“You lost,” he whispered, “the moment you were born.”

Toku's knees buckled.

His head dropped.

And then… a wet stain darkened his pants.

The arena howled with laughter.

Vim threw his arms wide.

“He’s pissing himself! The hero of NTG!”

But then--

Toku whispered.

“I’ve had enough.”

In an instant--before anyone could process it--

Toku’s spear was already inside Vim’s chest.

Pierced through his heart.

Silence.

Even the announcers were speechless.

Vim’s body dropped.

And before anyone could react, Toku vanished, reappearing behind Sana--

--and sliced her in half.

Abstra screamed.

“EVERYONE! KILL HIM!”

Bella, Novema, Vir, and Paulta charged.

But death greeted them instead.

Toku raised his hand.

Behind him: a massive Angel Halo.

Above his head: another.

His form gleamed with divine fury. His ArchAngel form.
A moment passed--

--and their bodies collapsed, cut and scorched.

No one saw him move.

He walked to Rikushi’s corpse, his face blank, his soul shattered.

Black tears ran down his cheeks as he gently lifted his fallen leader.

He laid Rikushi down like he was made of porcelain.

Then--

SNAP.

And Lupi’s neck twisted mid-air, falling lifelessly to the ground.

“JUST DIE!!”

His voice echoed like thunder.

And then--death fell.

Every remaining World Leader dropped.

Except Kali.

She had healed enough to stand.

She stared at the massacre.

She knew… they lost.

With her last ounce of will, she ran forward, launching one last attack at Toku.

Her fist connected--smashing into his face.

Toku slid back a few inches… slowly looked up.

Kali smiled.

Then realized…

Her arm was gone.

And so was her head.

The battlefield was still.

The blood of many stained the ground.

The announcer’s voice cracked as he screamed:

“Toku... Rikushi… Valentine… and... LuLu too--ARE THE WINNERS!”

Toku collapsed after letting out a slight smile or relief.

Darkness took over him, creating an unbreakable curse, sending him to eternal slumber, or whenever he awoke

Epilogue: The 22nd Rank

One week later...

Toku opened his eyes.

He was in a spacious wood and stone mansion, resting in a massive bed.

Around him:

Rikushi, alive and bandaged, snoring in a chair with Kite in his lap.
Valentine, arm in a sling, muttering about alcohol.
Kandy, Sori, Ceri, and Gem passed out in a little pillow fort they made.
Blaidd, sleeping at the foot of the bed, ears twitching gently.
And Glonk, just leaning up against the wall, unbothered.

They all woke up together after Glonk mutters about how he's awake.

The NTG is Victorious.

Laughter. Joy. Tears.

They had been collectively placed as the 22nd Rank among the World Leaders, under the name NTG.

They weren’t gods yet, or even a demi-god--but the world saw them now.

Stronger than kings. Deadlier than daemons.

But this wasn’t the end.

It was only the beginning.

As they have a new goal in mind, one that will reshape their destinies, a Quest that's equally dangerous as it is rewarding.

Next Quest: Dues-Dynasty

Their goal:

Ascend to Demi-Godhood
Master every magic
Awaken their final forms
Rewrite the rules of power itself

And together... challenge the people who have created Nova Terra from the ruins of kingdoms, the blood of people, and from the old era shall begin anew.

They would become legends, eternally written down in the history books.

The Lost Kingdom
– P16 C1 –
Storms Before the Sky

P16 C1.1 Off to the Gods

The warm sun barely pierced the tense clouds above Nova Terra as the NT Gang stood in front of their now-evolving home base-- a village being reforged with the help of new wealth, experience, and most importantly, three ancient artifacts: A Spear called Darkness' Harbinger, the Swift Greaves, and the Midnight Robe.

Each pulsed with magic older than the continent itself, symbols of what was yet to come.

The 3 artifacts were all given to Toku, as a reward for his efforts.

But, Rikushi stood at the center of it all, eyes locked onto the distant horizon.

“We’re not ready,” he muttered.

“Not yet,” Valentine agreed, slinging the Midnight Robe over Toku's shoulders. “But we will be.” As Toku nods.

They were preparing for more than survival now--they were planning conquest. Not of land, but of their fate.

Meanwhile, Abstra and Faust coordinated their spies to gather info on Tyrant. His growing influence was bleeding across the outer kingdoms. There were whispers of something terrible--the forging of a dark alliance.

In a hidden citadel layered with shadows, Tyrannical, Tenebris, and RJ&Co clasped arms with the Iustitia Clan.

The pact was signed in silence, sealed in blood.

“They’re assembling their monsters,” Ceri warned, staring at the map. “We need god-status.” A Title given to those who are granted the power to control the worlds.

A knock is heard outside the room, with LuLu admitting she has been listening since she was only in the room over, as Abstra, Faust, and the other Astralla Clan members were residing in the other rooms due to a 'temp' truce as one of the winners of the Arena Games.

After walking into the room, LuLu steps forward, brushing her hair aside with a wicked grin.

“I know a few.”

"A few what, gods?" Valentine asks

"Yeah, a few scary ones too" LuLu replies.

Faust enters the room, mentioning how they can use one of their airships for transportation.

Rikushi, Blaidd, LuLu, Valentine, Abstra, and Toku boarded their airship, which started slicing through the sky toward the Floating Islands--Deus Dynasty, soon after takeoff.

“They’ve declared war on us. And if we’re going to survive it, we need to ascend, ascend further than before.” mentioned Blaidd.

P16 C1.2 Wings Towards the Sky

Later that night, beneath the star-scattered sky, as the ship flies through the air, Rikushi stood with Blaidd, Valentine, Toku, and LuLu around a lighted core at the rear of the ship.

“You sure this place exists?” Blaidd asked, staring upward.

“Deus-Dynasty,” LuLu nodded. “The floating isles. The realm of gods. It’s not a myth. It’s a test.”

A thunderous crack erupted above, and a massive portal opened in the sky. The wind howled with divine energy. The entrance to the Trial of the Skyborne.

“You five are going,” Abstra said as she approached, sternly. “I will depart from here after dropping you off to join the others, cause the rest of us will hold the line until you return. The moment you step through that gate, it’s all or nothing.”

Rikushi nodded. “Understood.”

Blaidd, on video call with the NTG, tells the Gang how he must go now, Glonk, pounding his fists. “Come back stronger... or don’t come back at all.”

And Kite telling Rikushi to come back in one piece or else she'll never kiss him again.

With final farewells, the five chosen warriors stepped toward the light.

P16 C1.3 Trial of the Fallen

The floating islands of Deus-Dynasty were not clouds or rock--they were remnants. Remnants of those who were slain and those of who were reshaped into what hovers in the sky, the bones of ancient gods long dead, now suspended in divine energy.

With each island in the middle being each a piece of a forgotten titan.

The first trial greeted them with no words--only a staircase of gravity-defying platforms that shifted and vanished as they moved.

Valentine’s breath caught as he looked down. “One wrong step…”

Toku clutched his new spear tightly. “No mistakes.”

As they climbed, voices of fallen warriors echoed, taunting them with regrets, failures, and insecurities. Each step was a test of mind as much as body.

But it was only the beginning.

At the top of the first rise, a massive obsidian guardian, with wings made of broken swords and fire erupting from its ribs, awaited.

LuLu stepped forward first, archangel wings unfurled.

“Let’s show the gods,” she growled, eyes glowing with deep blue fury, “Who we really are.”

The Lost Kingdom
– P17 C2 –
Reflecting upon the Promise

P17 C2.1 Shadows Overhead

The air was thick with tension as the Airship rumbled down toward the now-fortified village. Abstra guided the vessel with precision, her fingers glowing faintly with residual mana. Her crew stood near the landing--Faust cleaning her guns, Yunoi meditating in silence, and Kaide sharpening his blade.

The ship touched down gently near the mountain's edge, where familiar faces emerged from the homes and makeshift barracks. Glonk, Gem, Kite, Sori, Ceri, and Kandy greeted them--though the moment was cut short as Abstra’s eyes darted up to the peak of the mountain behind the village.

A silhouette stood watching.

Unmoving. Unfamiliar.

No one else seemed to notice--yet her heart whispered danger.

Before she could raise alarm, the earth trembled. Hooves. Marches. Engines.

Over the hills came a storm--four armies, side by side, each bearing the sigils of chaos: Tyrannical, RJ&Co, Tenebris, and Iustitia.

The Village bell tolled. A defense was already underway.

Battle Positions

The NT Village leader Kite moved swiftly:

Front Lines: Kite, Glonk, Ceri, and Kaide.
Middle Support: Gem and Yunoi, with Kandy and Sori protected by Faust's sharp vigilance.
Backlines: Abstra hovered above, casting broad-spanning enchantments and wards, her hair rising with magical-static.

And then…

The Opposing Coalition emerged from the haze.

Front Lines: Davie, Rumoto, Mek, Para, Casa, Ina, and Kai.
Middle Support: Kuddle and Loth, covered by Zamy, their imposing bodyguard.
Backlines: Tyrant, Reiku, Rez, TLK, Kuro, Kayma, and Beau--their magic forming a terrifying aurora across the skies.

P17 C2.2 A Voice from the Mountain

Magic clashed with reality.

A Battle with Old Gods

Kaide surged ahead, sword ablaze, locking eyes with Para--blade meeting fists as if they were an equal force with explosive shockwaves.

Ceri electrified the field, spinning through Kai and Casa, who retaliated with overwhelming power.

Kite stood strong beside Glonk, casting protective sigils while humming faintly--her song amplifying the strength of her allies. A faint glow danced across her fingers as magic flowed from heart to earth.

In the chaos, TLK fired searing beams from the heavens--light so bright it scorched stone. Rez warped light itself, ricocheting TLK's beams in impossible directions, keeping Faust and Yunoi pinned down.

From above, Kuro smiled beneath his dark cloak, his spells subtle, twisting minds instead of matter. A stray blast nearly pierced through Kandy--but Abstra redirected it with a counterburst of energy.

Suddenly--

A shift.

A crack echoed across the sky.

The silhouette from the mountain stepped forward. Cloaked in flame and wind and shadow.

No one knew the figure--but they knew its power. Magic warped around it, dancing like it remembered what it once was.

Abstra gasped. “No… It can’t be.”

The being raised one hand--and the nearby magical artifacts the NTG had gathered pulsed violently.

The Zeikra Gauntlet.

The Radiant-Thorn Lance.

The Amulet of the Unmoving.

The Staff of Elaria's Light.

They all trembled.

In that moment, even Rez, even TLK, even Tyrant paused.

The being spoke only one word:

“Return.”

The battlefield exploded--not from attack, but from power backlash. The artifacts surged, letting out shocks of their desired element like they were returning to their 'true form'. Ceri's Guantlets started to overload with Lightning, Kite's Lance started to transform, Glonk's Amulet started to glow, and Gem's Staff begun to float.

Even the enemy forces were confused. TLK looked shaken. Rez’s gems began to crack and Kuro’s spells started to shorten.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

A new god had entered the field.

And it wasn’t on anyone’s side.

P17 C2.3 Countdown Begins

Faust regrouped with Kite and Kaide as Abstra stared at the mountain. “We don’t have much time left,” she whispered.

Glonk looked up. “That… wasn’t supposed to happen, right?”

Abstra didn’t answer.

Because the mountain began to crack.

And somewhere deep inside it--

A thousand-year-old heart began to beat again.

The Lost Kingdom
– P18 C3 –
Embers Falling Before the Storm

P18 C3.1 Into Stasis

The battlefield was chaos, but time… time slowed in the instant it mattered most.

A burning beam of condensed crystal-light arced across the frontline--an attack from Rez, redirected by a jagged mirror shard conjured by Kuro. Unpredictable, violent, perfect.

Gem didn’t see it coming.

But Kite did.

“GEM!” Kite shouted, her voice cutting through the roar of war. She shoved the healer aside, arms glowing with her shielding sigil.

The beam collided with her chest.

A crackling BOOM of energy burst outward, throwing them both across the battlefield.

Abstra’s eyes widened as she felt the pulse through the magical field.

“Kite…”

She teleported instantly, appearing just as Kite's body hit the dirt--sparks of magic burning at the edges of her robes, her breath shallow.

Gem rushed to her, sobbing. “No--no no no--! I can’t--I can’t fix this! I’m trying--please!” Her staff flickered. Healing light wavered.

Abstra placed a firm hand on Gem’s shoulder. “Step back.”

The airship’s side hatch opened with a low mechanical groan. Abstra yelled at Glonk to hold down the field as she lifted Kite’s limp form with careful magic and floated her into the ship. Inside, the stasis chamber hissed open. Gently, Abstra placed her new friend inside.

“Temporal lock. Mana suppression. Neural hold. Come back to us.”

With a whisper of a spell, the wounds stopped bleeding--but didn’t close.

A frozen moment of hope.

Gem sat curled outside the chamber unable to go back into battle, fingers digging into her sleeves. Abstra placed a hand on her shoulder in silent support.

P18 C3.2 The Final Trial Begins

Far away, atop the floating islands of Deus-Dynasty, five figures stood at the threshold of the final trial.

Toku.
Rikushi.
Blaidd.
Valentine.
LuLu.

An ancient gate parted before them, revealing a world of endless mirrors, flickering illusions, and echoes of their past selves.

A disembodied voice echoed:

“To ascend… you must overcome the shadows of your past.”

The space warped--splitting them each into isolated realms.

Toku found himself alone, staring into a reflection that wasn’t quite his. It was him--but older, twisted, afraid. Weak.

“You're not strong enough," the reflection spat. "You’ve always needed others to protect you.”

Toku dropped his spear.

“Maybe,” he muttered. “But I still kept going.”

The reflection snarled, lunging with a shadow-spear.

Toku dodged, rolled, and grabbed it mid-strike--twisting it into mist. His body surged with heat, earth, wind, and spark.

A new weapon appeared in his hands, a double-headed spear pulsing with elemental veins.

Flames at one end. Wind at the other. Water running through its Rock spine.

He whispered: “I don’t need to be saved anymore.”

The world shattered around him, and Toku emerged--eyes glowing, tattoos of old gods newly etched across his forearms.

Rikushi stood amidst fire, mastering its will--his saber now infused with radiant white flame, capable of purging dark mana.
Blaidd’s daggers had become ethereal, made of frozen will and sharpened focus. His katana now phased between dimensions.
Valentine unlocked the power of kinetic manipulation--his punches now rippled through armor like shockwaves.
LuLu walked out with her scythe wrapped in shadows that whispered truths. She could now channel magic through her swings--memory, fear, and loss turned to power.

P18 C3.3 Power From The Heavens

All five regrouped before a blinding light.

Above them, celestial beings formed from mist and divine aura stared down.

“You have proven worthy.”

“But the price of power is urgency.”

“Your village… it bleeds.”

Images flashed: Kite in stasis, Gem weeping, Glonk surrounded, Davie approaching, TLK charging up again…

The final god spoke.

“Return with haste. Or they may return to ash.”

Back at the village, the cloaked figure on the mountain had not moved.

But now, his hand twitched.

A pulse emanated from him again--faint, like a bell rung in reverse.

He was… watching.

And waiting.

For something to happen, something to form...

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The Lost Kingdom
– P19 C4 –
The 1000-Year Awakening

P19 C4.1 Ascension and the Eye of the Mountain

Within the swirling skies above the final floating isle, the five stood victorious--bloodied, bruised, but unbeaten. Before them, a blinding light cast from the divine sky itself, pulsing with immense energy. Their bodies glowed as ancient glyphs wrapped around their skin, wings unfurling behind them, not of feathers--but of raw, mythic energy.

Blaidd rose with crystalline, runic wings--each feather scribed with the power of his fallen foes. His title etched into the heavens: "Broken ArchAngel".

LuLu, her form cloaked in obsidian mist, eyes burning bright blue, radiating of fury and pain. She had become the "Vengeful ArchAngel".

Rikushi convulsed with laughter as arcs of wind, fire, water, and lightning danced chaotically across him. His form constantly shifting--unpredictable. He was now the "Fluxed ArchAngel".

Toku stood calm in contrast, light pouring from his back as if the chains of fate had been burned away. He ascended as the "Freed ArchAngel".

And Valentine, shadows curling around his bright aura, smiled wide as streaks of black and purple energy surged through his veins. The "Cursed ArchAngel" had awakened.

With a synchronized motion, their wings burst outward with light, shattering the air around them. The five soared from the floating isles with impossible velocity--becoming comets streaking through the sky.

P19 C4.2 Just in Time

Meanwhile, back at NT Village--

Mek tightened his grip around Kaide and Yunoi's necks, lifting them off the ground, their feet kicking helplessly.

TLK’s Halo surged with unstable divine energy, locking onto Sori and Kandy, who braced for the end.

Rez aimed a blast of mirror-fire at the airship, ready to vaporize it with Abstra, Gem, and the wounded Kite inside.

Loth and Casa cornered Glonk, ready to drive their weapons through him.

Kayma, lips curled in a snarl, hurled a titanic fireball toward Faust, the heat burning away the earth in its path.

Everything froze.

In a flash--barely visible to the mortal eye:

Toku struck first, his Elemental Spear cleaving cleanly through Mek's hands, freeing Kaide and Yunoi. Yunoi collapsed, blinking in disbelief--and for a moment, her heart fluttered.

Rikushi blurred in a spiral of colors, carving a massive wound through Rez, the magic sputtering out as the mage fell in stunned silence.

Blaidd shimmered like falling ice and impaled both Loth and Casa in one elegant, deadly motion.

LuLu howled and sliced through Kayma, her scythe laced with vengeance magic--leaving nothing but flame and dust behind.

Valentine, with fists wrapped in a halo of shadows and light, zipped between TLK, Sori, and Kandy, scooping the girls up mid-blast and tossing them to safety.

All of this--within one single second.

P19 C4.3 Stirring Within

The battlefield, moments before drenched in despair, stood in stunned silence. The tides had shifted.

But then--

A deafening crack echoed from the mountain.

All heads turned.

The figure still stood atop the peak, motionless… until they raised their hand. From beneath their feet, hundreds of glowing magic circles burst forth, swirling upward into the clouds like divine circuitry--a beacon calling the sky itself.

Then came the sound--stone shattering, the earth weeping.

The mountain split vertically. Light pulsed from within.

A monstrous Eye opened from deep inside the mountain’s heart--slitted, ancient, and watching.

A silence fell across the battlefield…
Then a single emotion emitted from all who watched;
Horror.

The Lost Kingdom
– P20 C5 –
The Last Light

P20 C5.1 Into the Eye of the Storm
The air was heavy, the sky split open by the trail of magic left behind by the five ArchAngels soaring through it. Their wings, forged by ascension and divine fire, burned across the heavens like streaks of fate. They had arrived. In one second, the tide of war had shifted.

But now, a new threat has risen.

The Mountain...

It cracked down the middle. Stone split, the heavens trembled. A massive series of magical circles erupted upward like stairways into eternity. The being who had been watching from atop the peak finally stepped forward.

Wreathed in a coat of galaxies and eyes like ticking clocks, he floated above the battlefield.

“I am Jin,” the man said, voice layered in many tones. “Traveler of realms. Watcher of echoes. I’ve come for what’s been hidden for a thousand years… and to aid you in what comes next.”

His hand rose. Time itself paused for a blink--then shattered like glass. Everyone turned toward the mountain. The final seal opened.

An enormous eye blinked open from within the mountain. Its gaze was eternal, alien, god-like. The battlefield stood still as it stared--right into the soul of existence.

Then chaos broke loose.

Magic Circles formed above everyone, summoning Dark Magic, vaporizing those who get hit. A loud roar echoed across the valley, with a towering demonic entity starting to rise from the shattered stone and dark cloud. With wings made of obsidian-flame, eyes glowing with the rage of a thousand eternities, and skin as red as hell itself.

"The Daemon King..." Blaidd mutters.

The Daemon King, which laid dormant for over a millennium, finally emerged. Its very presence causing burns to those who even look at it. The ArchAngels unite together and rise up into the air as it begins its rampage.

P20 C5.2 When The Sky Begins to Fall

With chaos happening all around, a few stragglers still rather kill what they came for rather than working together.

Faust blasts forth wave after wave of bullets, as from the sky, Davie rained tech-fire upon Faust. Their clash was magnificent--until a hand reached out from the mountain, grabbing them both and pulling them into the dark cloud.

Beau attempted to cast a chain spell to keep Davie from being pulled away, but the beast summoned a black Magic Circle under him, disintegrating him in the blink of an eye.

Blaidd floats above the Daemon King, with shards of Ice orbiting him like broken glass, "With this Fate shattered, a new Celestial arises from the depths of Time, Fractured Eternity." He slices through the storm, each shard of Magic forming jagged celestial blades, piercing the beast's thick scales and creating cracks in its skin.

Back on the ground, Zamy, shielding Ina and Kuddle, tried to pull back their wounded allies. But a divine spear--from Toku's direction--pierced him straight through the core.

Kuddle hurried to cure his fallen ally. But, the beast's eye locked on him as he tried to resurrect Zamy. A flash of dark-light--gone. Kuddle's presence disappeared from the battlefield.

A bright blue light is seen above as LuLu glows with her wrathful energy, her wings burning with dark-fire. "For every scream in the dark, I command you to echo it back tenfold, Nocturne Requiem." Her scythe glows as copies of it are summoned and sent spiraling towards the beast, inflicting dark-cuts, forcing the beast to be unable to heal its wounds.

Rikushi began to channel all the core Elements into a bright vortex. "Let the Elements spiral, with this symphony as said by the Stars, Nova Burst." A storm of Fire, Water, Rock, and Air Magic swirled together and formed a Beam that pierced straight through the beast's wings, making it drop to the ground in pain.

At the center of the fight on the ground… stood Tyrant.

His final shout echoed, calling upon all of his last allies he had, to retreat--but the combined might of Kaide's sword and Glonk's fists crashed onto him. Kaide broke his stance and guard while Glonk delivered a blow straight through his chest, coming out the other side with Tyrant's heart in his hand, squeezing it until it burst.

Tyrant's corpse fell.

Right above the beast, Valentine chants his final spell, with the wind around him changing directions. "Let my Will become my Strength and my Heart turn to Steel, Crimson Blessing." With his fists becoming each a meteorite of fury and pure-might, he flies downward as quick as his human body allows, striking a powerful impact onto the back of the beast, sending it to the ground.

With the beast held down by Valentine, Toku spread his arms, with his spear levitating in front of him, beginning to glow brighter than the sun itself. "With these Chains broken, I now command you, spread your wings, as your time ends here, Unbound Zenith." His spear begins to take shape into a ray of light, right as it charges straight down into the Daemon King's chest, breaking through its hard scales and hardened flesh.

P20 C5.3 A Pact was Made

The Daemon King starts to rise back up, with the spear still in its back. But, a voice echoed throughout the area, making even the beast pause.

Glonk steps forward, hands glowing with chains made of a dark energy. "Your rage is mighty, but even rage needs a home."

Glonk drops down, with his palms on the ground, sending veins of light throughout the ground to right under the beast. Chains wrap around the Daemon King as Glonk speaks in a language no one could understand. The beasts tries to resist and snarls, but then it bows.

A contract was made, the Daemon King seemed to have been tamed. A new symbol formed on Glonk's chest--a mark of his dominion. The others stared, both confused and amazed.

The war has finally ended.

Silence fell again. Fires smoldered. Blood and ash decorated the fields. The NTG and Astralla Clan gathered who they had left inside the airship near the medical pod.

Gem knelt beside Kite, still encased in stasis, her pulse dim. The healing magic had reached its limit.

Jin stepped forward, kneeling beside her. “She is closer to death than life,” he murmured. “But not lost.”

Everyone turned to him.

“I know a place,” he said. “A realm outside of time. A place where revival of this caliber… is possible.”

He looked at them, eyes aglow with stars. “But it will not be easy.”

They looked to one another, weary but united.

The sky, though bloodied, was quiet.

Nova Terra’s first war was over.

But a new journey had just begun.

[TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT ARC]

All Slain:

Faust, Kayma, Kuddle, Zamy, Loth, Casa, Tyrant, Rez, Beau, and... Kite

The Lost Kingdom
– P21 S1 –
From the Shadows, Comes Regret

Some of the War had been cleared, but the burns remained--Burns only growing bigger and stronger with each passing day and memory. Those burns have created ashes of the hearts of those who lost the most.

Location: Warehouse Base - Iustitia Clan Headquarters

A quiet dusk lingered outside the dilapidated warehouse that once pulsed with power and control. Now, silence reigned.

Inside, Rumoto stood motionless, his fingers resting on the hilt of his axe as Reiku sat nearby, pistols dismantled on the table before him -- but not for maintenance, just... for something to do.

"So this is it?" Reiku asked, voice seeming empty.
"Are we really just done?"
"The Iustitia Clan--"

"Is finished," Rumoto interrupted, regret in his voice. "Tyrant's dead. Rez's gone. Kayma, Zamy, Kuddle, Davie, and half of RJ&Co... Too many. Too fast."

The words hung like ghosts between them.
No talk of revenge. No schemes. No power struggles.
Just tired soldiers and shattered belief.

Rumoto, starting to tear up. "If only... I was Stron-"

"You were the strongest you could be." Reiku interrupted. "You're a Mana-less being but you still wield your Ice Magic through your Axe." Reiku stated, with eyes empty and her heart tightening.

Location: Eagle City's 'Ruliet' Office Building - RJ&Co Office

The top floor of their once-glorious high-rise HQ lays empty with boxes and dust. Walls bare, banners taken down, and the old sound of laughs, scheming, and talking, now all taken away by a petty war.

Para and Ina the only two left standing, knelt before three helmets laid in line: Casa, Loth, and Beau.

"We were supposed to rise together," Para whispered.
"I told you we were unstoppable."

Ina gritted her teeth, tears burning.

"Why didn't I die instead...?"

"You were our lights, but now all that is left is your shadows" Para added, eyes watering.

In the Silence, all that was heard was tears hitting the ground and hearts being broken.

Location: Hidden Fortress - Tenebris/Tyrannical Joint-Meeting

The stone roundtable, once the seat of carefully-planned strategy and brutal ambition, now bore only the bitter echo of what once was.

Tenebris and Tyrannical members sat with each other. There weren't many left.

"Kuro and Kai abandoned us," TLK mumbled.
"Gone into exile. Said they needed to find... meaning... beyond this war."

Mek slammed his fist on the table.

"Tyrant's gone... and we didn't even recover his body... it's like he was erased from this world but not our memories." He said, sounding angry yet sad.

No one spoke for a while. The war they'd wagered everything on ended with broken legacies, dead comrades, and no crown to claim.

Musi, Kuddle's adopted half fairy/half vampire daughter, walked up to the table, hollow-eyed.

"Kayma. Zamy. Dad. Everyone could've been saved. But I wasn't there, I was held back, but I told Dad that I would be good for the team. But he said no and wouldn't tell me the reason"

"I feel like he knew he was going to die..."

"Even Mister Ty is gone..."

"I don't even know what do anymore with myself or even this... place..."

Mek, angry, upset, and most of all, going down a spiral of despair.

"Abolish it."

The Moments Before the Fall

Faust, protecting her ally, facing what she thought was the enemy, -- then within a moment's notice, light faded around her, with her body being pulled into the darkness.

Davie, attempting to take out one of Astralla Clan's Leaders -- But the true darkness around him didn't just overwhelm his mind, but also his strength, dragging him off into the abyss.

Kayma, eyes wide as LuLu's blade pierced him with fire and turned him into ash.

Kuddle, trying to resurrect his fallen ally in the midst of chaos -- but becoming the focus of a bigger threat, making him disappear off the face of the planet.

Zamy, his scream of pain echoing as Toku's Spear drove itself through his torso.

In every heart, every mind, and in every moment, memories replayed.
Not as inspiration.
But as punishment.

Everyone didn't just lose allies -- they lost pieces of themselves.
Their... Family.

Location: Warehouse Base - Iustitia Clan Headquarters

Back in the warehouse, Rumoto stared at the wall. No maps. No missions. Just and empty-void.

"Maybe we deserved it," he muttered.
"Maybe we became the monsters we thought we were fighting."

Reiku finally stood, holstering the pistols she hadn't fired in days.

"Then maybe it's time we stop pretending to be anything else."

"And just go back to where we belong"

Rumoto, finally able to give a small smile.

"Ha, time to go back to the dumps then"

The Only Thought

As night fell across the fractured world, the remnants of former powers stayed scattered -- no longer enemies, but broken echoes of what was once a roaring storm.

And deep within the hearts of those left behind, one haunting truth whispered louder than any battle cry, than any order, than any chant, cast, or powerup:

"We survived. But at what cost?"

The Lost Kingdom
– P22 S2 –
The Vault Beneath Eagle City

A breeze drifted through the charred remains of an old estate on the edge of Eagle City--what used to be one of Tyrant's many hideouts.

The air was thick with dust, silence, and something else... anticipation.

Location: Outskirt's Old Ruins - Tyrant's Vault

Reiku was the first to arrive, standing among the crumbling cobblestone and warped sheet metal roof. She looked tired -- not from travel, but from the weight of yesterday. Behind her came Rumoto, then Mek, TLK, Musi, Ina, and finally, Para -- all in silence, all different, but all broken in some way.

They stood in a half-circle, staring at the faint glow pulsing from the back wall.

"This was his real treasure," Rumoto muttered.
"He called it 'The Vault'... but never let anyone inside."

Para stepped forward, pressing his hand to the stone.
A low hum pulsed beneath them.

Click.

The wall shifted, stone grinding as a hidden hatch slid open beneath them with no warning.

"Wait wha--!" Mek shouted as they all dropped.

They fell through a long shaft.

A tunnel of darkness swallowed them as they slid through smooth, metallic shafts--gravity dragging them into the unknown. Then--

THWUMP!

They landed hard, but safely--atop a massive cushion surrounded by pitch-black nothingness.

"Ow," TLK muttered, dusting off.
"At least he had the courtesy to plan for guests."

Reiku stood, eyes narrowing. As he took a step forward--

Ping!

Her foot tripped a near-invisible wire across the floor.

Suddenly:
Lights. One by one, they snapped on, glowing tubes of blue and white stretching across the ceiling in sequence until the entire space--the size of a stadium--came to life.

Gasps echoed around the room.

Gold bars stacked to the ceiling.
Weapons lining the walls--relics, enchanted gear, firearms, blades of all kinds.
Vehicles--bikes, tanks, aircrafts.
Stacks of money in every currency imaginable.
Tech. Potions. Documents. Files.
Power. Everywhere.

Tyrant wasn't just a warlord--he had been planning something far beyond even his own ego.

"So this is what he left behind..." Musi whispered.
"Enough to start a new nation."

"Or burn one to the ground," Para added coldly.

Ina ran her hand across a crate marked with the Tyrannical sigil.

"This... this could make us gods, y'know."

But it was TLK who spoke next--slow, bitter.

"He had all of this. And still... he died screaming."

Silence again. Only the quiet hum of machinery echoed.

Ina replied shakingly. "Maybe let's not talk about that he-"

Reiku turned to the others, her eyes steel, interrupting Ina.

"We lost everything. Our friends. Our power. Our legacy."

She glanced to Para. Then Rumoto. Mek. The others.

"But we still stand."

"We're not doing this for war. Not for the money. Not for stupid games."

"We take back what was stolen from us."

"We carve a new name--through Eagle City if we have to."

Mek let out a low growl of approval.

"I like the sound of that."

TLK's wings flexed.

"We rise. Together."

Then they rose. Together

"All right angel-boy" Musi laughingly replied.

"Then it's settled," Rumoto said, gripping the axe on his back.
"We form something new. No banners. No kings. Just power."

They each looked at one another. Broken and Bitter.
But united--for the first time in a while.

As the lights dimmed, a dusty vault now buzzed with new energy.
Not just a relic of the past...

NT Group

The Lost Kingdom – P1 – The Awakening

The Lost Kingdom – P2 – Shadows and Sparks

The Lost Kingdom – P3 – Echoes of the Forbidden Age

The Lost Kingdom – P4 – Storms Beneath the Surface

​​The skies were dark and painted in heavy grays, thunder rolling through the clouds as Rikushi stepped into the neon-drenched alley leading to Reiku’s club. The air was sharp with tension. Inside, the music pulsed with life, a stark contrast to the cold words waiting for him.

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The Lost Kingdom – P5 – Echoes in the Dark

​The storm had calmed, but the tension in the air remained heavy.

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The Lost Kingdom – P6 – Flames in the Arena

The Lost Kingdom – P7 – Blood on the Sand

The Lost Kingdom – P8 – Ember and Mirror

​The gates of the arena groaned open.

The Lost Kingdom – P9 – Halo of Wrath

​The arena still reeked of scorched magic and sweat from Team 1’s brutal clash.

Astralla Clan vs. Tyrannical

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The Lost Kingdom – P10 – Arch-Angel Ascension

​The arena lights dimmed as the gates rumbled open.

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The Lost Kingdom – P11 – Divine Reckoning

​The Colosseum, already cracked and scarred from the past battles, now stood silent. A different kind of silence. An anticipatory silence.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN--”

The Lost Kingdom – P12 – Where Legends are Made

​The horn blows for the final time.

The Lost Kingdom – P13 – BlackFire Ignites

​The bell rang. The final battle has begun.

The Lost Kingdom – P14 – The Blade That Cuts Reality

​Toku stood trembling, his spear slick with sweat, his breath jagged.

The Lost Kingdom – P15 – Born From of the Ashes

​The battlefield stilled, covered in smoke, blood, and broken dreams.

Epilogue: The 22nd Rank

Next Quest: Dues-Dynasty

The Lost Kingdom – P16 C1 – Storms Before the Sky

The Lost Kingdom – P17 C2 – Reflecting upon the Promise

Battle Positions

A Battle with Old Gods

The Lost Kingdom – P18 C3 – Embers Falling Before the Storm

P18 C3.2 The Final Trial Begins

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The Lost Kingdom – P19 C4 – The 1000-Year Awakening

The Lost Kingdom – P20 C5 – The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom – P21 S1 – From the Shadows, Comes Regret

The Lost Kingdom – P22 S2 – The Vault Beneath Eagle City

The Lost Kingdom – P23 S3 – The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom – P24 S4 – The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom – P25 S5 – The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom – P26 S6 – The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom – P27 S7 – The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom – P28 S8 – The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom
– P1 –
The Awakening

The Lost Kingdom
– P2 –
Shadows and Sparks

The Lost Kingdom
– P3 –
Echoes of the Forbidden Age

The Lost Kingdom
– P4 –
Storms Beneath the Surface

The skies were dark and painted in heavy grays, thunder rolling through the clouds as Rikushi stepped into the neon-drenched alley leading to Reiku’s club. The air was sharp with tension. Inside, the music pulsed with life, a stark contrast to the cold words waiting for him.

The Lost Kingdom
– P5 –
Echoes in the Dark

The storm had calmed, but the tension in the air remained heavy.

The Lost Kingdom
– P6 –
Flames in the Arena

The Lost Kingdom
– P7 –
Blood on the Sand

The Lost Kingdom
– P8 –
Ember and Mirror

The gates of the arena groaned open.

The Lost Kingdom
– P9 –
Halo of Wrath

The arena still reeked of scorched magic and sweat from Team 1’s brutal clash.

The Lost Kingdom
– P10 –
Arch-Angel Ascension

The arena lights dimmed as the gates rumbled open.

The Lost Kingdom
– P11 –
Divine Reckoning

The Colosseum, already cracked and scarred from the past battles, now stood silent.
A different kind of silence.
An anticipatory silence.

The Lost Kingdom
– P12 –
Where Legends are Made

The horn blows for the final time.

The Lost Kingdom
– P13 –
BlackFire Ignites

The bell rang. The final battle has begun.

The Lost Kingdom
– P14 –
The Blade That Cuts Reality

Toku stood trembling, his spear slick with sweat, his breath jagged.

The Lost Kingdom
– P15 –
Born From of the Ashes

The battlefield stilled, covered in smoke, blood, and broken dreams.

The Lost Kingdom
– P16 C1 –
Storms Before the Sky

The Lost Kingdom
– P17 C2 –
Reflecting upon the Promise

The Lost Kingdom
– P18 C3 –
Embers Falling Before the Storm

The Lost Kingdom
– P19 C4 –
The 1000-Year Awakening

The Lost Kingdom
– P20 C5 –
The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom
– P21 S1 –
From the Shadows, Comes Regret

The Lost Kingdom
– P22 S2 –
The Vault Beneath Eagle City

The Lost Kingdom
– P23 S3 –
The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom
– P24 S4 –
The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom
– P25 S5 –
The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom
– P26 S6 –
The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom
– P27 S7 –
The Last Light

The Lost Kingdom
– P28 S8 –
The Last Light