The night in Crimson Vale was unnervingly quiet, shrouded in mist beneath a violet moon. On a rooftop crouched Kael Ardyn, sixteen, eyes glowing faintly purple. He had learned to hide his power, fearing the villagers' whispers: "That boy… the cursed one…"
Then chaos erupted. Bandits, twisted by stolen Beast Fragments, stormed the streets. A child screamed, pinned beneath debris. Kael's heart froze—but instinct surged.
A violet blaze erupted around him, swirling like living ribbons. Debris lifted, the child freed, and the bandits were hurled backward.
Kael's voice rang out, low and fierce:
"Stop… or face the Eclipse Flame!"
Wide-eyed, the thugs faltered. Kael's pulse raced. "This… power… it's mine… but can I control it?"
From the shadows, glowing eyes followed him—Umbra Wolf, a silent, menacing observer. Kael shivered, unaware it was only the beginning.
Suddenly, the sky shimmered, and cosmic streaks of violet light descended, forming a magnificent dragon—Nytherion. Scales glittered like stars, wings spanning wider than any building.
Kael stumbled back, awe-struck. A voice echoed in his mind:
"Kael Ardyn… the Eclipse Flame awakens. Do you accept your bond?"
Kael's fists clenched, voice shaking but resolute:
"I… I accept! Show me… what I am capable of!"
"Then rise, and let your courage ignite the cosmos!"
A surge of purple energy enveloped him, wings of light unfurling from his back. His body lifted as cosmic energy crackled around him. For the first time, he felt unstoppable… yet terrified.
From the street below, bandits charged again. Kael's voice rang out, fierce and commanding:
"I am Kael Ardyn! The Eclipse Flame burns within me! Stand down… or be consumed!"
Nytherion's tail swept across the battlefield with terrifying force, knocking the bandits aside. Kael unleashed controlled Eclipse Blasts, purple waves of energy that disarmed and incapacitated without taking lives.
He clenched his fists, eyes glowing:
"Power isn't everything… I will master it, or it will destroy me!"
Above, on a cliff, a cloaked figure watched silently. Black flames danced around him, eyes cold and calculating. Riven Duskbane whispered, voice like smoke:
"So… the purple flame awakens. Let's see if you survive… when the real darkness comes."
Kael collapsed, exhausted, but determination burned in his eyes. Nytherion landed behind him, wings folding protectively, energy still shimmering. The valley glowed in hues of violet and black, a silent stage for destiny's first act.
Kael looked up at the sky, voice barely a whisper, yet resolute:
"This… is only the beginning. I will not falter… I will rise!"
Above, shadows waited. The world was about to ignit