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7th Weapon

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Once, six Relic Weapons forged the rise of nations, peace came at a steep price. The weapons were sealed, the war forgotten, and the Queen who started it all vanished. But the past was never truly buried. Now, Wielders serve the nations to protect against threats born from the chaos of Nexis. Among them is a solitary Reeve-ranked fighter named Aria Rouge - quiet, precise, and unlike anyone else. No one knows her past. No one sees her power. But whispers call her the Reaper - a title she never earned, and one she cannot afford to embrace. Because Aria isn't just another Wielder. She's what remains of a weapon the world was never meant to remember.
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Chapter 1 - PROLOGUE

There were six.

Six Relic Weapons, forged by the nations and filled with Nexis—an ancient force never meant for human hands. Each weapon brought power. Victory. Fear.

The nations rose, strengthened by their weapons.

But they no longer wanted to be ruled.

They turned against the Queen.

She craved power. Refused to lose.

So she created one more.

The seventh.

It was not made of steel.

Not born from fire or shaped by hammer.

The Seventh was human.

A girl, turned into a weapon.

Not by fate—but by design.

She was given over by her own mother—

A queen who wanted power more than a daughter.

Infused with Nexis. Broken by it. Rebuilt through it.

Her body twisted. Changed.

Until it accepted what no human ever should.

Until the Queen could no longer control her.

And in the end... the Queen was defeated.

Her armies scattered. Her throne lost.

And the six Relic Weapons—too dangerous to remain—were sealed away, buried to stop another war.

But the Seventh remained.

Hidden. Concealed. Forgotten.

And yet, if her power ever slips free...

She will become the end of all things.

Now, she hides in plain sight.

Her name erased. Her past buried.

And somewhere, in the shadow of a fallen throne,

a mother still waits—for her weapon to return.