The wind howled across the shattered battlefield. Ash and smoke blurred the horizon; every city lay in ruin, every forest blackened and twisted. The cries of the fallen were drowned beneath the distant rumble of fires and collapsing stone.
The boy stumbled through the devastation, his chest heaving. Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but despair. Twisted remnants of buildings jutted from the ground like broken teeth. Bodies lay scattered among the rubble, some still twitching, some already cold. The air was thick with smoke, dust, and the coppery stench of blood.
He ran. He ran past fires that devoured entire streets, past skeletons of trees shattered by some unseen force, past screaming survivors whose wails dissolved into the chaos. His heart hammered. Every step brought him closer to the center of the destruction.
Then, he saw her.
A small, lifeless figure lay in the rubble, her body twisted unnaturally, her hair tangled with ash and dirt. The boy's knees buckled. He fell forward and cradled her in his arms, gripping her as though sheer will could pull her back from the edge of death.
"Cy... don't leave me! Please... stay with me!" he shouted, his voice raw with anguish. Tears streaked his face, mingling with the grime and blood covering him.
Around him, the battlefield seemed endless. Fires raged, collapsing towers groaned, and the wind carried the echoes of countless screams. The boy's mind swirled with despair, anger, and helplessness. He looked at the horizon, searching for something - anything - to stop the madness, but all he saw was ruin.
He pounded the ground with his fist. "No... no! This isn't over! I... I will not let this happen!"
For a long moment, silence fell. The wind blew ash into his face. Rain began to fall, sizzling against the scorched earth. He held her tighter, chest heaving, body trembling. The world itself seemed to watch him, waiting.
Long ago, the Supreme Being shaped the world and forged the Ten Commandments, each holding a fragment of divine power. Millennia later, the Seven Curses were born—humans of unimaginable strength who pledged their lives to the Kingdom of Eritrea. Yet whispers of betrayal spread, and they vanished, branded as traitors. Years have passed, but the question remains: are they truly dead, or does a darker truth linger in the shadows?
This is a story about seven brave warriors.