In the shadow realm each human is born with a length of the shadow. The length of the shadows determines the strength of the being. It is classified into three shadow types: Shelios, where your shadow is small and you have basic powers and basic weapons, where you can be a soldier at most; Shefos, the higher class who are as strong as tanks, assassins, or mages of their choice with special weapons; and Shedows, the strongest class in the system, leaders of armies, wielding higher tier weapons with beast tamers who can tame beasts and make them their shadows to use as weapons and pets. There are also Shadows, the kings and leaders of the kingdoms who guard their realms with intelligence, and everyone else is their soldier. They are considered the strongest in the realms of Void.
There are five kingdoms across the realm of Void, each ruled by a Shadow. Today, the Electraugas kingdom was alive with celebration, echoing with music and laughter. The Shadow of Electraugas, Forios, had just had his fourth child. The entire kingdom was honouring the new life, the newborn named Gravon. The day sparkled with hope, every heart lightened. But fate had harsher plans.
As soon as Gravon was named, the walls of Electraugus shook and crumbled. The Shedows moved in an instant and reached the walls, witnessing the shadow army of Perilion attacking Electraugus. Leading them was Gregeron, a shadow who had tamed a beast and stormed forward with his Shedows. The violence unfolded quickly, soldiers slain where they stood, the air thick with terror. Shedows of Electraugus fought bravely, holding off Perilion's Shefos and Shelios, but Perilion's Shedows were simply stronger. They tore through defenders with ease—cutting off heads, limbs, and lives while the sky seemed to mourn with streaks of gray.
The beast tamers in Electraugus summoned their own shadows, and terrible monsters clashed, earth beneath them trembling. Still, Perilion's beasts were too powerful; one after another, Electraugus's defenders fell, the hope of resistance crushed beneath monstrous claws and shadows. Panic radiated through the kingdom as the enemy pressed closer and closer to Forios, whose power flickered with urgency.
Forios, determined to protect his family, drew on his shadow powers and turned himself invisible within darkness. He ran to his newborn child, his three older children, and his wife Menita. They all mounted Forios's beast and soared above the city, praying for safety. But behind them came Gregeron, his fire-breathing monster spewing flames so intense the world below blurred. Forios's beast faltered; the family struggled to stay together in the chaos. Suddenly, a burst of fire caused Menita to lose her grip—Gravon slipped from her arms, plummeting towards the earth. Menita leapt after him, heart pounding, praying her Shedow powers would save them both. In the air, as she reached out, Gravon vanished, swallowed by mystery. Menita landed, protected by her powers, but found herself surrounded by Shedows and beasts, their eyes cold and eager.
She tried to summon her abilities, but nothing happened. There was no time—Perilion's forces were ruthless and impatient. They tore into her, ripping hands and legs, cutting her body while she screamed for her husband. Somewhere above, Forios's fear cracked—he saw her suffering, but the distance made him powerless. The weight of guilt and anguish pressed on him as he flew further from Gregeron.
Menita barely hung onto life. Her attackers relished cruelty, smashing her head, savoring the pain they inflicted. She felt her world shutter, memories flooding her mind—her children playing in the kingdom, Forios's promises, Gravon's soft hands closing around her finger. Dying, she whispered words of hope, even as her voice faded: "My children and my king will come back for vengeance." She pictured Gravon, longing for his safety wherever he had vanished. She wished silently, "Let vanishing be your blessing, little one."
The Shedows were not finished. They ripped her eyes from her face as darkness fell. Gregeron advanced, unable to hide his satisfaction. "See, your scared king ran, and your son vanished as if you were nothing. You should have let the newborn die." Menita, pain-ridden, answered with surprising calm, "You know the prophecy, Gregeron. Your death comes through Gravon. Count your days. My son will come." As she sighed her last breath, Gregeron mocked her—"Any last wishes, half-corpse Shedow?" Menita rasped, "Your death is nearer than you think. You'll discover my wish soon." Gregeron coldly sliced her head off, feeding her remains to his beast. The creature absorbed the power, its form swelling and shifting, a grotesque reminder of the violence that haunted the realm.
Forios escaped with his remaining children, but the mystery deepened: where had Gravon vanished, and who or what had taken him? Where were they flying to, and could safety ever be found in the kingdom's shadowed edges? The pain of losing Menita rested heavily on them all.
Weeks passed. Perilion's army occupied Electraugus, their control growing absolute. Victory brought Gregeron little peace; Menita's prophecy echoed in his mind, a shadow he could never defeat. Somewhere, in a less victorious quiet, Forios and his children—Thocin, Glocin, Frocin—wandered the forest at Divinita's kingdom's edge. Forios's beast barely held form, and Forios was weakened, unable to conjure power as before.
Grief overtook the family. Menita's absence lingered; anger and blame burned, especially toward Gravon, the youngest who had disappeared. One day, in the hush between mourning and bitterness, footsteps approached. They turned and saw three Shefos and a beast from Perilion. Forios was nowhere in sight, and fear took root—in an instant, Glocin was seized