The night was restless. The skies wept in shades of crimson as a blood-red moon hovered over the Kingdom of Valtheria. Deep in the shadows of the cathedral ruins, the sound of whispers echoed—ancient voices murmuring of a prophecy long abandoned.
Beneath the shattered light, a lone figure stood. Silver hair, unkempt. A tattered cloak barely concealing the deep wounds marring his back. His crimson eyes burned, not with fury, but with something far colder. Acceptance.
KAIREN VALEHART, the last Astral Knight, raised his sword—a blade tainted with both celestial and infernal power. The weight of the past bled through his grip.
From the abyss beyond the city, a figure emerged. Cloaked in obsidian flames, crowned with horns as dark as the void itself. A voice, smooth yet drenched in malice, filled the air.
ASMODAI, the Demon King, smiled.
"So, you've finally come home."
The war had begun.
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