Kayogara, wounded by the betrayal of his father's choice, left Thronax—not in exile, but on a mission.
A mission to avenge his pride.
He ventured beyond their stars, seeking those crushed beneath Kaka's legendary conquests.
The subjugated. The silenced. The hungry for vengeance.
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First, he arrived at Morphis — a planet ruled by the enigmatic Masup Breeds.
No one knew their true forms.
They were whispered to be shadows wrapped in illusion.
But their wrath was real, and Kayogara promised them freedom—if they stood with him.
Then came Alizo, the planet of fire-breathing beasts—dragons with molten blood and eyes that burned holes through reality.
Kayogara bowed to their ancient rulers and offered them retribution in return for allegiance.
And so, one by one, planet after planet fell in line—
not for loyalty, but for revenge against Kaka, the Emperor of Conquest.
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But Kayogara knew that one group—above all others—had suffered most under his father's rule.
The Crimson Witches.
He hurled himself into their domain.
Their world was chaos incarnate.
He arrived to see the Green Witches defeated, their magic shattered.
The Crimson Ring now stood supreme.
Kayogara knew… this was his moment.
He marched into the Crimson Palace—
A throne hall not carved by elegance but sculpted from terror and dried blood.
Every corner screamed with the echoes of tortured souls.
Inside, he found Queen Sora seated on her obsidian throne.
Beside her sat a young girl—radiant, powerful, and far too young.
Kayogara's heart stuttered. He thought,
"She's almost my sister's age… but if I marry her, I will command the witches, too."
He bowed and addressed the court.
"I have come up with a proposal…
To ask for the hand of your daughter."
The silence shattered like glass.
Sophie rose from her seat like a lioness with blood in her breath.
"You want to turn me into your puppet?" she growled.
"I would rather rip your throat out than marry you."
Her voice thundered across the throne room.
But Sora, ever the composed Queen, waved a hand gently.
"Forgive my daughter's sharp tongue, young man. But… who are you?"
Kayogara bowed once more.
"I am Kayogara, firstborn of Emperor Kaka of Thronax."
The room's mood turned.
Soma, Sora's twin sister, stood immediately—her crimson eyes burning,"So now your people want to enslave us through marriage too?"
But before the tension could ignite further, Kayogara unveiled his plan—
An alliance.
A rebellion.
A war.
His strategy, his army, his promise of revenge against Kaka.
The sisters listened.
And though they refused the marriage proposal, they agreed to join his cause.
Kayogara, lips curled in a crooked grin, looked back at the stars above the Crimson Palace. "Tomorrow, Thronax will drown in blood… and I will finally take what was mine."
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Before the twin suns of Thronax rose, before the morning light touched the kingdom's sacred towers—
Kayogara attacked.
An army of Masup Breeds, dragons, and witches descended upon the land like a plague of gods.
No one could have imagined it.
Blood painted the skies.
The palace guards were torn limb from limb.
Crimson witches shredded men like parchment.
Spells and fire rained from the heavens.
But not all hope was lost.
Some warriors stood like mountains against the storm.
Among them was General Moram, a living legend—
A man who had slain over a hundred witches before breakfast.
He carved through the enemy with unmatched grace…
Until he stood face-to-face with Kayogara himself.
And then…
The sky darkened.
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With the fury of a storm, Sophie entered the battlefield.
She wasn't a girl anymore.
She was the final weapon of the witches.
Within moments, the tides turned.
Kaka's forces began to fall.
But then—
The royal children of Thronax entered the fray.
Kai. Sizo. Kaira.
The siblings roared onto the battlefield, their presence igniting the hearts of their soldiers.
By Kai's side ran his loyal wolf, Luna—no longer a mere pet, but a beast of war.
Luna leapt through the air, tearing through witches with fury and precision.
But then… she met her match.
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Musa—the deadliest beast of all.
A teacher of destruction.
A blade with skin.
Luna growled.
Musa smirked.
They lunged.
She bit her leg.
She clawed her face.
Their battle raged like wild storms clashing mid-sky.
Luna, driven by loyalty, by rage, by love for Kai—
Rammed Musa into the palace wall.
And in that moment, with a brutal howl,
Luna ripped off Musa's head.
The witches gasped.
The battlefield paused.
The first major loss for Kayogara's army.
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And it was just the beginning.
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