{Holy Enforcers of Will – Headquarters}
Axiom Valenor stood beneath the towering lights of the headquarters, his long white hair shimmering faintly as silence weighed heavy around him.
"Since countless centuries…" he murmured, eyes narrowing,
"no one has ever broken through the Ritual of Immortality."
His voice echoed softly, as if the walls themselves listened.
"When a person attains immortality, their very soul, body, and heart submit to authority.
Their existence agrees to divine control.
It cannot be broken. Never."
His fingers curled slowly.
"When the ritual is completed, the soul becomes bound by our laws. If one dares to oppose them—
their soul is ripped apart,
their heart crushed,
their body destroyed from within… instantly."
Axiom exhaled slowly, disbelief flickering across his usually unshaken gaze.
"And yet…"
"…Dravon."
He lifted his eyes, a rare tension in them.
"I underestimated you. I never imagined you were capable of such a feat—
a miracle no legend has ever achieved since the birth of the Ruling Dominion."
The chamber fell into silence.
Then—
Footsteps.
A sharp presence entered the light.
A man wearing a royal dark-blue coat stepped forward, golden threads running across its fabric like sacred markings. White pants gleamed beneath the glow. A sword rested calmly at his side, sheathed—but unmistakably dangerous.
Kael Valenor.
He stopped before Axiom.
"Dravon is my little brother," Kael said calmly, eyes narrowing.
Then—his voice hardened, exploding with authority.
"If he becomes a danger…"
"I will personally put him down."
The air trembled.
A new legend had already begun—
and the world had not yet realized it.