The Strix estate was a city within a city. Sprawling palaces of steel, stone, and cultivation-tech stretched across continents, their walls engraved with the histories of countless generations. Towers pierced the sky like talons, and ceremonial grounds shimmered under the faint glow of ancient runes. Within the heart of this empire, the strongest of the seven supreme families prepared to welcome their heir. Not just any heir, but one whispered to be unlike any other in history—a child whose existence would ripple through the hierarchy of the Primordial War World.
In a chamber lined with ancestral relics and ceremonial engravings, Zerath was born. From the very first instant, the infant radiated a presence that unsettled even the most seasoned attendants. His eyes—obsidian darkness flecked with faint red glimmers—seemed to pierce through the layers of reality. Even the elders, experienced in reading the aura of countless prodigies, could not hide the momentary pause in their breath. This was not a simple child; this was something else entirely. Something elemental.
Nyx, fully awakened within the system, enveloped him in a subtle cocoon of observation and protection. Her presence was silent, precise, and absolute, monitoring every pulse, every breath, every flicker of energy around him. She adjusted the protective wards around the chamber, enhanced the child's internal resilience, and probed the world for dangers that might approach even the walls of the strongest family estate. Efficient, loyal, unwavering, she was already more than a guardian—she was a guide and a mentor, woven into the very essence of his being.
The mother, beautiful and strong even among the elite of the Strix family, held the child close. Her love was fierce, overwhelming, and tangible, a force that emanated like heat from a forge. Every instinct in her being screamed that this child was extraordinary. Even now, before the infant could speak or move beyond a wail, she felt an intelligence, a calculation, and a presence that surpassed all other children she had ever known. The father, the current head of the Strix family, observed with a calm, unwavering gaze. Pride, respect, and a subtle trace of caution marked his features. This was not merely the heir; this was a force that could reshape the very order of the seven supreme families.
On the infant's tiny back and hands, faint patterns shimmered and twisted like smoke caught in sunlight—the first manifestations of the Primordial Dominion Physique. They were subtle, almost imperceptible, yet unmistakable to those trained to see power. Even now, the child's aura projected a sense of dominion, an instinctive mastery over physical space, that hinted at the unstoppable force he would one day become.
Whispers spread across the chamber. Elders exchanged glances, some filled with awe, others with barely-contained anxiety. The Strix family was already the strongest of the seven supreme families, yet this birth suggested that their power would grow far beyond mortal or even cultivation expectations. Conversations in hushed tones floated through the palace corridors: "He is not ordinary… he is the reincarnation of a force…" and "The Strix heir has returned in a form beyond comprehension."
Beyond the walls of the estate, the city sprawled endlessly. Continents stretched beyond the horizon, oceans vast enough to swallow thousands of Earths, and mountain ranges that cut like knives through the sky. Rivers carved their paths across lands untouched for millennia. The very scale of the Primordial War World was staggering, a planet capable of housing civilizations, clans, and creatures so immense and dangerous that only a force like Zerath could hope to traverse its entirety. Beasts roamed the wildlands, ancient ruins whispered secrets of the past, and the lower-tier families scuttled across territories under the watchful gaze of the seven supremes. And now, in the heart of it all, the Strix family had a new heir—one who would not only grow within these lands but dominate them, and eventually, the universe itself.
Nyx whispered softly within his mind, her voice calm, efficient, and imbued with warmth in the strangest way. "The world is vast. Its rules are many. Every danger, every opportunity, is already in your hands. Begin your growth, Zerath von Strix. The universe is watching, but none can stop you."
Even as an infant, Zerath reacted subtly to her guidance. A flick of his hand, a twist of his tiny wrist, and faint ripples of energy radiated from him, brushing against the protective wards as if testing their strength. Nyx noted it meticulously. "Already testing limits… just as expected."
The mother, unaware of the exact source of this sensation, simply marveled at her child. "He… he is not like other children," she whispered to the father, her voice trembling with awe and a deep maternal love. "He is… complete. Already beyond anything we have ever known."
The father's eyes, sharp and calculating, did not move from the child. "Do not mistake affection for weakness," he said quietly. "The heir of the Strix family must endure, adapt, and surpass. This child… may redefine everything."
As the day progressed, the infant Zerath remained calm, almost meditative. Even surrounded by attendants, elders, and servants bustling to provide care, he exuded an aura of dominion. Those who came close felt a chill run down their spines, a recognition that this infant was not merely a child to be protected—he was a force to be acknowledged, feared, and respected.
The sprawling city beyond the estate walls reflected the scale of the world itself. The seven supreme families maintained vigilance over their territories, communicating through channels that spanned continents. Rumors of the birth spread quickly. Rival supreme families could not ignore the news: the Strix family's heir had returned, and even as a baby, the child radiated power unlike any other. Discussions turned to strategy, observation, and speculation. This was not merely the continuation of a lineage; this was the arrival of a predator reborn.
Night fell over the estate. The moonlight glinted off the towering spires, casting long shadows across the ceremonial grounds. In his chamber, the infant remained alert, eyes opening and closing with the patience and awareness of one who had already lived once before. Nyx observed silently, reinforcing her guidance, ensuring that each pulse of growth, each subtle flicker of energy, was nurtured perfectly.
The first day passed, and with it, the first seeds of dominance were planted. The infant Zerath von Strix had returned, a predator reborn into the heart of the most powerful family in the Primordial War World. The stage was set. Rivals would emerge. Challenges would rise. But from this moment, one truth remained undeniable: he would evolve beyond all limits, and the universe itself would be forced to recognize his existence.