The Legend and It's story

The Atharta Kingdom, is a powerful ruling kingdom of the Haelan Empire, and of the vast world, Atharta has the fourth most magical creatures and hybrids have existence. The estimated three hundred thousand villagers living, and most of them were talented magicians. Few people hold magic which is a gift chosen from the gods.

A legend passed by a ' Great Celestials ' a long time ago there existed another realm lived by those great immortals with a harmonious culture, ruled by a grand ruler and his subject. There were born three princes. The Mighty Sun, setting dawn, and the shadows of night. As they grew up dominant and victorious, both two fought for the throne. However, The Prince of the shadows died at the hands of his brother. Fallen from grace, Dema'Al, Prince of the Sun, forces the people of his land to evacuate the Celestial Realm. The Prince of dawn endured his role to rule the Empire of Celestia.

As the years pass, those mythical people have birthed children with unusual powers. But as it was an era of peace. The darkness was born again, and they were called the 'Corruption' it is said, they are possessed with negative emotions and attract entities and were origin by Dema'Al, a ruthless prince of the sun. As truth be told, they were once humans living with despair lives. Hence there was no way of solution to this thing called corruption.

And that is why Young Master of the Heinrich has been fighting his life for the past years. In the outside borders of the empire's reign, he fought for his kingdom's glory. Hundred of thousands of corrupted humans have possessed, and every blood it sheds is an upholding tear and guilt carved in his heart.

They were innocents, after all, people who always wanted their happiness, yet they only succumb to darkness.

Outside the borders, he and his unbeatable armies fought with the possessed one by one. Blood bathed on their body, and the battle cries on the battleground. In the middle of somewhere, Young master Heinrich stood up with his sword drawn with crimson blood. Two hundred possessed humans died, and it took them months to finish all of them as it's told those corruptions were tougher because of their forces and how prudent they can be.

Even Young master Damien has to work with his rival, Crown Prince, and his other subordinates. But that scummy Prince just left him after a week of fighting, but he only cursed in his breath if he could only punch Louis If he were not a Crown Prince. Damian and Louis were enemies since childhood. By Power rivalry and by reasons. Even though Damien was the son of a Duke, he can't help but be jealous of the Crown Prince. Favored, Saintful looking, Innocent and moreover kind —— Ah, the things he could never have.

Only a few corruption is left, yet now he can rely on Felix to eliminate those possessed by his sword bestowed from a holy power. He only wondered why Felix is not yet coming, as it was now an urgent matter to hold. He sighed, a distressing day to begin in the early morning.

" Master, the possessed have been eliminated in the west, and there are only a few casualties in group one. And we may have apprehended a possessed one that leads the whole legion, as I may say they are a tough one to deal with," young and tall, a man with a raven hair stood utmost in the ground kneeling, his head lowered with esteem.

"Good Job, keep them in our dungeon. Cuff their hands with mysticism suppressor, and tighten the security and it will be a good thing those knights wouldn't be in contact with that corruption, cunning as it is, they would try to tempt those peoples to free them," Damian mutters, dark blood drops from his sweats, catching every breath amidst his lips.

"Yes, master." the young man replied.

Unsheathed his drawn sword covered with crimson, Damian can finally rest these times. Moreover, he can watch the circumstance goes by the flow. He walked out on the battlefield, the conflict in Drenwont's capital has finally ended, but the real war is not over yet.

However, for now, he needs the time to make his next move. He slowly walks closer to his horse and lifts his left foot to help himself with the reins. Damian gently settles on his saddle.

" Additionally, pass my word to the knights in this field. 'The war is now on the verge of ending, and all of you can rest for a day, take your time to prepare, sharpen your swords or practice your skills. When Sir Felix has arrived, we will continue our plan with him," he softly spoke in command, the raven-haired man tilted his head in agreement.

" As you commanded, master," he rose from the surface, gripping his sword. " I shall take my leave," bowed in courtesy and take his withdrawal, deliberately settled from his saddle, and headed west.

Damian's horse, Gloria. Swift like an air guiding them their way.

On his path from the south, Damian views the field with corpses lying on the ground. The dark misty atmosphere covered the area. It was like black death to Damian, and he shifted his head from his road to avoid their pitiful state. He never wanted to see lifeless bodies, and it makes his heart clenches hard whenever he sees them. Damian has been fighting endless battles to survive, and this was the same goes for all people. He will not make vain to this brave soldier's death.

A flag sails with the breeze as soon as he reaches the camp. The fire rises along with a grey cloud, with several knights guarding the headquarters. They welcomed him with their honor as they glimpsed Damian's appearance. And they rushed to open the heavy gate made of well-made board.

Damian eases his horse after his arrival at the camp, leaping on the ground with resilience. His horse, Gloria, followed her master's steps; as he attached his horse to the stable. Heard footsteps reaching from him, yet the young master's eyes rested on a servant, eyes quivering in dread.

Right, he forgot. He was a ' Heinrich ' heir, an intimidating family origin from the Daemon clan. He was now used to the look on their faces, stuttering with anxiety and legs trembling. The young master can only hide his annoyance.

" Y-young master... Her l...Lady is... waiting in your office for your p-presence..." the servant hesitated to speak with his unfortunate maw, and Damien can see the kid's hands fidgeting and evading his gaze.

" When did she arrive?"

" An hour.. a..ago," the kid spoke tremblingly mood. Damian pouted, hands slapping his forehead. " I got it, you can go now," he bitterly replied to the kid, and Damian was frustrated. As the young master commanded, the kid quickly runs away from his sight.

' I thought she promised She would never set foot in here...?' Damian hurried to his tent, and it was pitch black. But a tiny tint of the soft pale yellow light in a candle gleaned from a room. A black-cloaked figure resting over his office, the legs crossed over as it was waiting for his arrival.

The figure suddenly moves as its shifts his way, finally noticing Damian's presence. They set down their cup, and the person smiled.

" Dear brother, welcome! It is a wonderful morning isn't it?" the mysterious cloaked figure lurking in the dark greeted with a warm welcome.