The Kingdom of Knights—a land of great warriors gathered from every corner of the world. Neighboring the Kingdom of Caves, it was surrounded on all sides by mountains, making it the safest refuge for warriors seeking rest.
At its southern border lay the battlefield, the sacred ground where the Trial of the Six Kingdoms was held each year. This was no ordinary contest; it was said that the outcome of this battle determined the future dominant kingdom—and its king.
But the Trial held thirty years ago had changed everything.
For in that year, the battle was interrupted by the arrival of a cursed devil—Ekzyros, the cursed child of Nythera, Goddess of Death. The contest between kingdoms turned into something else entirely: a war between humans and a nightmare born of the gods. From that day on, the battle was remembered not as the Trial of the Six Kingdoms, but as the Battle of Death.
Those who fought were:
Kenjuroth Tharosk – King of the Kingdom of Knights. Tall, dark, with deep red hair and an ancient samurai coat. Wielder of Stormcleaver, the Sword of Wind and Thunder, one of the Gods of Destruction.
Robert – Fourth Division Captain of the Seven Warrior Kingdom. Wielder of Flarefang, the Sword of Fire and Light, also a God of Destruction blade.
Nyros Varkari – Vice President of the Varkari Family.
Alexander Junior – Prince of the Kingdom of Caves, who would one day become its king.
Paul Ken – The right hand of Alexander Junior.
Bero – The silent killer, Alexander's left hand.
Noelle Lanis – Daughter of Neptune Lanis, King of the Kingdom of Novels.
Alongside them stood every knight from the southern region of the Kingdom of Knights. In total, one hundred thousand warriors gathered that day to face a single cursed Umbern—Ekzyros.

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"I promised you… what a ridiculous thing to say," Noelle whispered, her voice trembling as her tears fell. "If I remember carefully, I never really tried to become a good child to my father. Not once. I am nothing but a pathetic bad-blood child… nothing but a loser. Now I believe what everyone says—it is the truth. I am a child of war…"
Her sorrowful cry cut through the battlefield like a blade. Yet no one moved to stop her—not even the King. For she was trapped, bound by the devil's webs, caught in the nightmare Ekzyros had spun.
Noelle's heart sank into despair, but in the moment when her thoughts threatened to consume her, a shadow—faster than light itself—rushed in. Strong arms tore her free from the trap, pulling her close, holding her against a chest warm with life.
A voice, deep and steady, whispered to her ear:
"I am impressed, my lady. Your strength… it is very much like that of the Varkari family. You fought until your last breath. Surely, you promised someone. But now, you must rest—for you have already won. You already defeated Jeffrey. He died when you struck him with your Arqui. This thing is not Jeffrey. Jeffrey is gone. This… is a devil. So as I said—you won. Sleep well, my lady. Leave the rest to us. Look around—everyone is here for you, and against the devil. Do not blame yourself. You did well."
Noelle's chest tightened, not from fear, but from the unfamiliar warmth of his words.
In her life, she had devoted her every thought, every action, to one man—her father. And yet, he had never encouraged her so. Never once had he spoken to her with such strength, such compassion.
Until this moment, she had thought all men to be like Garrick—losers, unworthy. But for the first time, in this battlefield drenched in death, she felt something different. Something stronger than her loyalty to her father. Something unshakable, even by the hands of gods.
A connection.
The feeling of love. Eternal, unbreakable love.