The dark tunnel behind Kaelen began to collapse as he emerged from the Whispering Vault, dust rising in plumes behind him. Nyxa and Bahlor flanked him like silent sentinels, their presence both powerful and calming. His soul pulsed with newfound strength, yet there was a deeper unease building inside him—something he couldn't quite place.
"The Vault is sealed again… it won't open for anyone else," Kaelen murmured.
He didn't know how he knew that. But the knowledge felt embedded, as if passed to him through blood and bone.
He clenched his fist. The Pharaoh's Tomb wasn't just a Skill now—it was a part of him, a domain he ruled. It responded to his thoughts, and his will. The line between Summoner and Sovereign was already beginning to blur.
As he neared the hut nestled by the forest's edge, an odd pain surged in his chest.
Thump.Thump.THUMP.
The world spun for a second. Nyxa growled in concern. Bahlor caught Kaelen before he collapsed.
"W-what is this...?"
System Alert
Bloodline Resonance DetectedLatent Genetic Signature: [S-Class – Celestial Warden Lineage]— Status: Dormant— Conditions Met: Awakening Triggered— Initiating Ritual Sync: Phase I
Synchronizing Memory Fragment...
Suddenly, Kaelen's world was pulled into darkness—except, this time, it wasn't a System prompt.
He found himself in a familiar but long-forgotten setting—his grandfather's old mansion. The structure had burned down years ago, or so he'd been told. Yet here it stood, perfect and whole.
The heavy oak door creaked open.
"You finally returned."
A woman stood at the end of the hall. Tall, regal, and dressed in silken robes with celestial embroidery—his grandmother. Her silver hair shimmered under the golden chandelier's light, and her eyes held galaxies within them.
"Grandmother...?" Kaelen asked, startled.
"You were meant to walk the path, Kael," she said gently. "But fate tried to delay it. Still, blood remembers. And now that you've touched the Throne… your legacy can't stay hidden."
"Legacy? What do you mean?"
She waved a hand. The world around them shifted.
Dozens of phantom figures appeared—warriors cloaked in star-forged armor, mages cloaked in arcane stormlight, and spectral beasts at their sides. They stood in formation before a grand tower of black crystal and silver flame.
"We were once known as the Warden Line. Protectors of Realms. Summoners of celestial design. A family bound not just to blood—but to responsibility."
"But... why hide it from me?"
"Because someone betrayed us," she whispered. "Your father survived. But only just. We sealed your bloodline to protect you until you were ready. You awakened early, Kaelen—so listen carefully."
"Why now?"
"Because the one who destroyed us… will return. And only you can stand against him. But not yet. You need allies, strength… and your throne."
She stepped forward and gently pressed a hand over his heart.
"Awaken, Warden-Blood."
Bloodline Awakening Initiated
Lineage: Celestial Warden (S-Rank Genetic Class)Phase I: Passive Unlock— Bonus Mana Regeneration: +25%— Affinity Boost: +10% to Summoning, Astral, and Spirit-type Skills— Resistance: +15% Mental Interference— Skill Unlock: Warden's Core (Passive) > Allows stabilization of Summoned Named Creatures even under extreme stress > Provides baseline synchronization between soul and summons
Phase II: Requires Ascension Trial (Locked)Phase III: Requires Blood Oath Activation (Locked)
Kaelen gasped and fell forward, catching himself on his knees just outside his hut.
"It wasn't just a skill. It was in my blood all along..."
Bahlor placed a heavy armored hand on his shoulder. Nyxa nuzzled his arm gently.
He rose slowly, eyes now tinged with faint silver light, and looked into the sky.
"So that's why I survived. Why I was given a System, and a Tomb… it wasn't random. It was inheritance."
But he would tell no one. Not yet.
Not until he had enough power to challenge the ones who brought down his house. Not until his father, the once-feared S-Rank Warden Commander of the Eastern Front, returned. Kaelen had to stand tall—not as a boy with a system, but as a Sovereign rising from ashes.
"From now on, I train. I summon. I evolve.""I build my army."
In a chamber of obsidian metal beneath a distant fortress, an elder man with deep scars across his face stirred.
"So… the blood has awakened," he muttered."The Pharaoh's Tomb has found its master."
Behind him stood dozens of figures—masked, cloaked in robes marked by the forbidden glyphs of the Ancient Order.
"The hunt begins once more."