The world had forgotten the name Quinn Talen.
A thousand years had passed since the Vampire God vanished beyond the void. His stories dissolved into myths. His victories became bedtime tales told to children of cities hovering above the old, crumbling Earth. And the Blue Fang Beast Armor — once a symbol of unstoppable power — was nothing more than a relic in the lost language of war.
But time doesn't bury everything.
In the floating city of Seraphon, where silver towers pierced the clouds and the elite worshipped light while fearing shadows, a young woman stood alone at the summit of the Beacon Spire.
Her name was Joy Quinn Talen.
And beneath her skin, the Mother Spirit of Light slept.
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Joy wasn't like the others.
She saw glimmers of energy where others saw dust. She heard whispers in the silence. Her teachers called her a misfit. Her peers called her cursed. But she never cared. Not until her sixteenth birthday — when the stars themselves cracked open.
It came in a dream.
No — a summoning.
She was standing in a void of endless black, suspended among stars that bled violet and gold. From the center came a figure — cloaked in obsidian, eyes glowing faint crimson. His voice wasn't a sound. It was a feeling. Ancient, mournful, infinite.
> "Blood remembers. Light calls. The seal is undone."
Then a ring floated toward her — forged from blacksteel and etched in glowing sapphire lines. The same ring that once sealed empires and broke gods.
> "I am Quinn. And you are my final chance."
She woke up breathless. And the ring was there — glowing on her hand.
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Within seconds, her world shattered.
Data flooded her mind. A leveling system she couldn't comprehend. Skills awakening. Attributes syncing. Her vision blurred with numbers, but they weren't just stats — they were truths about her body, her spirit, her potential.
> [System Initialization: Complete.]
[User: Joy Quinn Talen]
[Unique Trait Detected: Spirit of Light – Sealed]
[Advisor Activated: Quinn Talen, Vampire God – Fragmented Consciousness Online]
She fell to her knees. Not from fear — but awe.
And then Quinn spoke, from the ring, his voice clearer now.
> "You are no vampire, Joy. But you carry more power than I ever did. And your time has come."
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But for every light, there is shadow.
In the underworld of the fallen continent, where the last demons still whispered to their kings, a boy stood in a temple of bones. His eyes were onyx fire. His aura — pure void.
His name was Vaatu.
And he had awakened the Father Spirit of Dark.
Joy didn't know him yet. But fate had already carved their destinies — twins of light and dark, drawn to each other like comets on a collision course.
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Back in Seraphon, the sky cracked with lightning.
Joy rose from the floor of her room, clad in a spectral echo of the Blue Fang Beast Armor, awakened through the ring. She looked at her hands. At the glowing HUD only she could see. At the flickering image of Quinn standing beside her like a phantom guardian.
She took a breath.
And smiled.
> "Then let's finish what you started, Ancestor."
The journey had begun.
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[END OF CHAPTER 1]