Episode : Toward a New Path
After the Noctus War, the reconstruction of the Kingdom of Luminaria was anything but easy. The war had shattered the kingdom, leaving many without homes. Yet Elysium came to its aid, and at the forefront stood Lian. The effort to rebuild the realm was grueling, but Elysium's influence was slowly taking root in Luminaria.
In the capital city of Kalindra, Lian watched as the walls—once reduced to rubble—rose again with the combined efforts of Elysium's soldiers and architects. He saw the citizens reclaim hope, and he felt firsthand how Elysium, under the leadership of King Merslin, was no longer just an ally, but laying the foundations of an empire.
But inside, Lian's heart remained unsettled. Though the war was over, he could not fully control the Titan's power that still lingered within him. He had resisted Ares' temptation, but the dread that his strength might spiral out of control haunted him without end.
Then, news came—of a newly revealed continent. A land hidden for millennia, once veiled by the Titans themselves, had emerged beyond the sea. Explorers were already departing for this mysterious frontier, and Lian couldn't shake the thought that the answers he sought might lie there.
He stared out the window, conflicted. Remaining here to rebuild the kingdom and strengthen Elysium's foundations was vital—but the turmoil deep within him would not quiet. At that moment, his twin sister, Lia, entered his room. She had already sensed his unease.
"Brother, you look troubled," Lia said softly.
Lian let out a long breath. "Lia… I keep asking myself if staying here is the right thing to do. The kingdom is being rebuilt, Father and Elysium are shaping the foundation of an empire… and yet I still don't fully understand my power."
Lia's gaze was warm with understanding. "You've always fought for Elysium, brother. But maybe now it's time to fight for yourself. That new continent might hold the answers you're searching for."
Lian fell silent, turning her words over in his mind. She was right—she always had been. Somewhere across that ocean, there might be a way to truly understand and master the Titan's power. But leaving his family and his kingdom was no easy choice.
Yet Lia smiled. "I'm not afraid of you leaving. I know you'll find the right path."
Her words settled his resolve. It was time to go. He packed lightly and wrote a single letter, leaving no word to his father, Merslin, or anyone else—only confiding in Lia. This was a journey he had to begin alone.
Before departing for the unknown continent, he gave Lia one last embrace. She clasped his hands, her eyes steady. "Go, brother. This journey will bring Elysium greater strength."
Lian nodded quietly. "I'll return with the answers I find. Until then, look after Elysium."
With that, he set sail for the continent across the sea. The ocean and the sky awaited him, and with them, a new challenge. Lian's journey—to understand his power, and to become the leader the next age would need—had begun.
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Episode : The Courage to Choose the Wind
Lian laid down his duties in Elysium and set his sights on Astralium, the newly revealed continent at the southern edge of the world—a land none dared enter lightly. The road there would not be easy, but this was a journey he needed to make alone.
When he arrived at the harbor, he found himself torn between two paths: the airship or the sea. The airship would be fast, but it would put his name on every intelligence roster within hours. Airships were reserved for nobles and high officials—the kind of travelers whose movements were tracked.
"Too conspicuous," Lian muttered, pacing the dock. A ship would be slower, but quieter.
He contacted agents of the Intelligence Corps, receiving whispers and updates. They tracked the movements of airships and ships alike. One agent leaned close and spoke in a low voice.
"The ships… they keep records, yes, but nothing like the airships. The voyage will take longer, but it will be safer."
Lian nodded. Safety mattered more than speed. A ship would give him the anonymity he needed.
But his plan wasn't flawless. Serena, the head of the Intelligence Corps, was already watching him. As he moved through the harbor, a voice cut through the night.
"Lian. At this hour, in this place… where are you going?"
He stopped and turned. Serena stood there, wrapped in a black cloak, her gaze unwavering. She had been his father's trusted comrade, and to Lian, she was like family—comforting, yet the very person who could shatter his silence.
"Serena…" Lian smiled faintly. "I'd rather you didn't ask where I'm going."
She stepped closer, her lips curved in a calm smile, though her eyes betrayed nothing.
"You thought you could move without my notice?" she said softly. "I know you looked into the airships."
Lian said nothing. It wasn't surprising that every step he took was already under her watch—but being caught so soon stung more than he expected.
"The airships are too obvious," he said finally. "The ship is quieter."
Serena nodded. "True. A ship draws less attention. But that doesn't mean I won't know where you're headed. Do you understand what you're risking? Pirates. Storms. And you've never helmed a ship in your life."
Lian gave a quiet, crooked smile. "I can handle it. And… Serena, this journey—I need to take it alone. I don't want to drag anyone else into it."
She held his gaze, then sighed—a heavy breath full of things unsaid. She had always been fierce, but the weight of command had dulled her edges.
"I won't stop you," she said at last. "But promise me you'll come back alive."
Lian lowered his head. "I will. I swear it."
Serena's hand landed lightly on his shoulder. "Then go. Don't miss the tide. And remember… this stays between us. Just this once, I'll turn a blind eye."
Lian donned the worn clothes of a sailor, pulled his coat tight, and slipped aboard the vessel unnoticed—thanks to the Intelligence Corps' silent help.
The ship slowly pulled away from the harbor, leaving Elysium behind. As the waves lapped against the hull and the stars stretched above, Lian thought of Serena's last words. He carried them in his heart as the ship turned south, toward Astralium.
A new world awaited. And with it, the hope that Lian might finally uncover the truth of his power—and of himself.
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Episode : The Newborn City in Chaos(리라이트 버전)
The streets of Ervandor pulsed with raw, unshaped energy—like a city still deciding what it wanted to become. Cobblestones that had been laid only months ago were already scuffed by countless boots, their edges slick with the mud of unfamiliar shores. Bright banners flapped overhead, hastily nailed to wooden beams, their colors too vivid against buildings still smelling of fresh mortar.
Lian threaded his way through the crowd, every sense alert. Ervandor was not just alive—it was thrashing, a newborn city screaming into the world. The air was thick with competing voices: merchants hawking cheap charms, adventurers barking orders to their ragged crews, and drunks laughing too loud for the hour.
He turned a corner into the market square and saw them.
A group marched in formation, holding aloft a banner so large it nearly brushed the eaves of the stalls. Their armor gleamed unnaturally bright, the sort of sheen only gold could buy, not the burnish of battle. They moved with an almost theatrical arrogance, each step measured to be seen.
"Those people…" Lian muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing.
One figure in particular drew his attention—a young man in immaculate silver plate, its mirror polish catching every shard of light. But there was something off. His gait was stiff, his grip on his sword hilt awkward. His was not the poise of someone tempered by blood and fire, but of someone draped in borrowed legend.
Alexis Lumir.
The name came unbidden, a memory from the dossiers Lian had read before leaving Elysium. The Lumir family—once honorable in his father's time. But the heir? Famous not for skill, but for swagger.
Alexis stepped into the center of the street as though it were a stage. His voice carried over the square.
"This continent will fall under the banner of House Lumir!" he declared, chest puffed. "Our plans are already drawn, and we will claim the legendary relics of this land!"
A ripple of admiration spread through the younger adventurers nearby—bright-eyed novices who couldn't see the hollow ring in his words. Lian could.
He watched Alexis bask in their awe, gathering green recruits not as comrades but as an audience, their loyalty little more than another trinket he wore.
Plenty of shine. No edge.
Lian's jaw tightened. "A name still carries weight here… even when the blade behind it is dull."
But Alexis and his theatrics were only one face of Ervandor's chaos.
Another face lurked in the shadows of its taverns and alleys—the con men.
Inside a smoke-hazed inn, Lian spotted the scene before he'd even reached the threshold. In the far corner, a man hunched over a table, his fingers tracing a yellowed map as if revealing secrets carved in scripture. Across from him sat a boy—barely more than that—his coin pouch trembling in his hands.
"This is your only chance," the man whispered, his voice urgent, a little too rehearsed. "A treasure map from the old world. The artifact you'll find will change your life—make you rich beyond reason. But you must decide now."
Lian's eyes narrowed. He didn't need to see the man's grin to know what this was. The same scheme played over and over: a worn map, a tale of riches, a few coins changing hands… and another dream sold for silver.
As the boy hesitated, Lian glanced around. A couple of other adventurers sat at nearby tables, their faces tight with the same realization—they had been fooled before.
Serena's voice echoed in his memory:"This continent isn't just a land of seekers, Lian. It's crawling with those who see dreamers as prey. Be careful who you trust."
She had warned him. And she had been right.
Later, alone in his rented room, Lian sat by the narrow window, staring down at the streets. Ervandor's heartbeat was loud even from here—part hope, part deceit, all tangled together.
Adventurers with true skill. Braggarts with borrowed glory. Swindlers waiting for the next fool.
He drew a slow breath. His first challenge here was clear.
He needed to find allies who carried steel in their hands and not just in their names—and he would need to sift them from the noise of this newborn, chaotic city.
And for that, he would have to stay. Watch. And wait.