THE KINGDOM OF DARIA
The Kingdom of Daria stood as the crown jewel of the continent of Serenia.
It was a beacon of harmony, the very first kingdom where all species coexisted in peace and dignity.
Comprising of six distinct states, the kingdom shared its name with its magnificent capital.
Despite Daria's steady progress, it faced a persistent struggle,the scarcity of Vita Resources.
These rare, high-density energy stones were the lifeblood of advanced innovation, yet they remained elusive,a challenge even the wise King Dorman Dane Emberfall could not resolve.
Nevertheless, the King ensured that every citizen, regardless of race, lived with equal rights and unwavering dignity.
DARIA
THE FOREST: ELDARIDA
A short distance from the capital stretched the mythical forest of Eldarida, a vast and untamed wilderness, Legends spoke of Dryads who nurtured the woods, ensuring every tree remained vibrant and resilient. During the day, when hunters dared not tread, a miracle unfolded.
The forest seemed to breathe; flowers bloomed in an instant, their petals shimmering with iridescent light.
The air thrummed with the rhythmic drumming of woodpeckers and the melodic calls of Azure-winged thrushes, while small, silver-furred creatures darted through the underbrush like flickering shadows.
"Every single time, this place found a new way to insult my sense of direction.
One minute the path was there. The next? Gone.
Replaced by three identical trails, a glowing mushroom, and what suspiciously looked like the same angry tree from ten minutes ago."
"I swear this forest is alive," Maria groaned, swatting aside a luminous vine that immediately curled back into place like it had attitude. "The paths move when I'm not looking."
From behind her, came a soft laugh.
"Haha… and here I thought you'd mastered its nonsense by now," Erika said.
Maria turned dramatically. "Mastered? Last week the forest led me in circles for two hours. I ended up apologizing to a rock because I thought it was watching me." Maria let out a sigh
"That was the watching rock," Erika replied calmly, well you're here now" Erika let out a warm smile
"…Of course it was." Maria said angrily
Erika sat beneath the silver-leafed tree close to her cottage. Her long black hair spilled down her back like silk painted by moonlight, impossibly elegant, Even heavily pregnant, she carried herself with such calm grace that Maria sometimes wondered if the forest obeyed her out of fear.
" Mom never grows old, it's been years and she still looks the same, nothing changed" Maria stood there watching Erika.
"what are you standing there for Maria, come sit," Erika beckoned.
Maria sighed theatrically and dropped beside her. "If this is another one of your surprise hair-braiding attacks, I should warn you, I'm a grown woman now."
Erika had already started combing through her hair.
"Traitorous hands…" Maria muttered.
"You really don't have to do this anymore," she added, cheeks faintly pink. "I'm not a child anymore. I have two children of my own now."
"Yes,I know " Erika said solemnly. "And somehow you still get lost every single time in my little garden."
"little garden !?, have you really seen this place, it's as big as the capital itself, why don't you leave with me, mom, I've got a nice place, it's been long you visited, besides the forest is dangerous"
" I know, I just love nature, and I find it funny, each time you come, you end up going the wrong way, haha"
Maria crossed her arms. "The forest cheated."
"The forest always cheats."erika replied
For a moment, the glowing woods grew quiet around them. Tiny floating lights drifted through the air like lazy stars.
Erika smiled softly as she braided Maria's hair with practiced hands.
"You will always be a child in my eyes," she said gently. "It feels like only yesterday I found you wandering through these woods, crying because you thought a squirrel was stalking you."
"It was stalking me.!"
"It wanted your sandwich."
"It was a very aggressive squirrel."
Erika laughed again, warm and melodic, the kind of laugh that made the whole forest seem less eerie.
Then her expression softened as she rested a hand on her stomach.
"And now," she said quietly, "you've grown so much."
Maria looked down too, her stubborn expression melting away.
Erika's eyes gleamed with quiet happiness.
"Soon," she whispered with a smile, "you'll have a baby brother."
A cool breeze drifted through the forest, crisp and refreshing against Maria's skin.
The air itself seemed lighter somehow.
The silver leaves above them shimmered softly as sunlight poured through the branches, brighter than before, wrapping the clearing in a warm golden glow. Even the strange sounds of the forest had quieted into something peaceful.
Maria slowly looked around.
Then she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Erika.
" What?" Erika asked.
"Did you see that?" she asked, pointing dramatically at the sky like she had just uncovered a conspiracy.
"The weather changed the second you smiled."
Erika blinked innocently.
Maria leaned closer. "I'm serious. The forest listens to you. The weather obeys your emotions. This whole place is basically your oversized magical mood ring."
"Nonsense, Maria," Erika laughed, "You've been reading too many fairy tales again."
"I have evidence."
" Really, you once claimed the moon followed you personally."
"It DID, so I thought."
Erika laughed harder this time, and almost immediately another soft breeze swept through the clearing.
Maria froze.
"There!" she shouted, pointing accusingly at the wind itself. "You laughed and the forest reacted again!"
"The forest reacts to everything."
"No, no. Don't try to escape accountability now. This place worships you."
Erika shook her head, still smiling.
"You're imagining things."
"Am not."
"You are."
Maria puffed her cheeks out with the exact expression of a deeply offended child.
"Come on," she grumbled. "It's not funny."
"That face says otherwise."
Maria immediately tried to look more mature and failed completely.
Erika gently pinched her cheek.
"There's my little forest detective."
"I'm a grown woman."
"Mhm."
"I have children."
"And yet," Erika said calmly, "you still look one inconvenience away from declaring war on the trees."
"The trees started it first."
DARIA : MYSTIC STREET
MYSTIC LYTHORIA SCHOOL
The final bell had not yet rung, yet the grand halls of Mystic Lythoria School were already restless.
Students whispered curiously as a tall woman in violet stepped through the academy gates with the confidence of someone who did not wait for permission.
"Miss Lisanna," the administrator said carefully, adjusting his glasses, "the school day has not yet concluded."
Lisanna turned her gaze toward him.
Even among the many unusual beings that walked the streets of Daria, she stood apart.
Two elegant horns, smooth and translucent like polished crystal, curved from her forehead, glimmering beneath the afternoon light. Her piercing blue eyes held an almost hypnotic sharpness, while her flowing purple hair cascaded over a gown of deep violet embroidered with silver threads that shimmered faintly as she moved.
Students nearby immediately pretended not to stare.
Lisanna smiled politely, the kind of smile that still somehow felt dangerous.
"I am aware," she replied smoothly.
The administrator straightened nervously, " so are you here for something else"
"But Lord Damon has sent for her," Lisanna continued. "It is a matter of urgency."
The moment Lord Damon's name was mentioned, the atmosphere shifted.
"I… see," the administrator said quickly. "Allow me a moment to fetch her."
Lisanna nodded once.
A few moments later, the distant sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor.
"Lady Lisanna!"
A young girl with long raven-black hair came running toward her at full speed, nearly slipping on the polished floor before catching herself at the last second with the experience of someone who had done this many times before.
Her bright brown eyes sparkled with excitement.
The moment she reached Lisanna, she threw her arms around her dramatically.
"You came early today!" Cassandra beamed.
"And you nearly crashed into a pillar again," Lisanna replied calmly.
"The pillar moved."
"That pillar has been there for eighty years."
Cassandra looked unconvinced.
Lisanna sighed softly, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her amusement. She gently took Cassandra's hand and led her outside toward the elegant black-and-gold wagon waiting by the academy gates.
The horses snorted impatiently as the driver prepared for departure.
The moment the wagon doors shut, it lurched forward into the bustling streets of Daria.
Outside, the city glowed with life.
Magic lanterns floated above crowded roads. Merchants shouted across market stalls selling enchanted trinkets, glowing fruits, and artifacts.
Demi-humans, humans, and creatures far stranger moved through the streets .
Inside the wagon, Cassandra bounced excitedly in her seat.
"Cassandra," Lisanna asked warmly, brushing a strand of hair from the girl's face, "how was school today? Did you learn anything new?"
"Hm!" Cassandra nodded enthusiastically.
Then she leaned closer dramatically.
"I learned that if you mix three alchemy powders together, the classroom explodes blue."
Lisanna slowly blinked.
"…You didn't test that theory, yourself or did you?"
Cassandra looked away immediately.
"That is not the face of innocence." lady lisanna smiled.
DARIA : THE FOREST
ELDARIDA
Deep within Eldarida, the serenity of the forest didn't fade so much as it shattered.
Erika let out a sharp, breathless groan, clutching her side as the world around her seemed to tighten.
"The baby…" she gasped. "He is coming now."
Maria didn't hesitate.
"Of course he is," she muttered. "Because nothing in this forest ever arrives at a normal time like a normal person."
With careful urgency, she guided Erika through the hidden cottage embedded inside the hollow of a colossal living tree. The walls pulsed faintly, as if the wood itself was listening.
"I am grateful I could fulfill my wish at last," Maria whispered, easing Erika onto the bed. Her voice trembled despite her attempt at calm.
"I wouldn't want to leave this responsibility solely to my daughter, Cassandra…"
Erika gave a faint, strained smile. "You say that like she wouldn't immediately get lost on the way here."
They both laughed.
A distant crack of thunder answered her.
Then the forest reacted.
Not gently.
The wind screamed through Eldarida like something alive and furious. Trees bent unnaturally, animals fled in chaotic bursts of instinct, and the sky above the canopy darkened into a bruised, unnatural violet. Thunder rolled so violently it felt like it struck the roots of the world itself.
Inside the cottage, lanterns flickered wildly.
"Push, Erika!" Maria urged, gripping her hand. "I can see him! Just one more time!"
Erika cried out raw, piercing and in that moment, the energy within her surged outward.
Glass shattered, not into shards… but into dust.
The cottage trembled as if the forest itself had held its breath and forgotten how to exhale.
Then—silence.
Maria stood frozen, her hands shaking as she lifted the child.
"…It's really a boy," she whispered, then immediately raised her voice as if the world needed to hear it too. "IT'S REALLY A BOY!"
The infant in her arms was unlike anything natural.
His hair split perfectly down the middle—one side pure snow-white, the other midnight-black. His eyes reflected something far beyond the forest: one like a radiant star burning gently in endless light, the other like a quiet abyss that swallowed everything whole.
Erika reached out weakly.
"My child…" she whispered, tears slipping down her golden skin. "I have little time… I will not be here to see the man you become…"
Her breath trembled.
"…but I leave you in hands I trust, the first boy, aristo, my masterpiece."
Maria's lips parted, but no words came.
Erika gave a final, peaceful exhale.
And then her body dissolved.
Not in death, in transformation.
Her form unraveled into concentrated Dio energy, scattering upward like golden dust pulled into the sky itself—leaving only warmth behind.
Silence fell heavy.
Maria's tears came instantly, uncontrollable, spilling down her face as she clutched the newborn tightly to her chest.
"…Mom" she whispered.
Then, remembering.
She wiped her face sharply with her sleeve.
"Okay," she said hoarsely. "Okay. No time for this."
She wrapped the child in a crimson blanket and moved.
Outside the tree-cottage, the forest had already changed again.
Two figures stood waiting.
Emerald-skinned Dryads.
Maria froze mid-step.
"…So the stories weren't exaggerations," she breathed. "They're real, all of them.
Every single ridiculous bedtime story she told me was real."
The Dryads approached without hostility, their movements flowing like wind through leaves. One of them gently leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the baby's forehead.
" Is this a blessing, like mom did to Cassandra and Phobos"
Then, without a word, they turned and pointed toward a hidden path that had not existed moments before.
The forest obeyed.
Roots shifted. Earth parted. Light spilled through.
Maria swallowed hard.
"…Of course," she muttered. "Even the trees are involved in this conspiracy."
Still, she ran.
Clutching Aristo tightly, she sprinted down the newly formed path as the forest reshaped itself around her steps.
"So this is what Mom meant, she thought desperately.
The forest wasn't random… it was protecting her. Waiting, why she hardly leave."
A sound like collapsing mountains rolled behind her.
From the shadows burst a colossal beast.
Bull-like.
Horns like sharpened blades.
Every step it took fractured the ground.
Ferrodrakon.
Maria stopped dead in her track"
"…Okay," she whispered. "This is it. This is where I die."
Her legs refused to move.
"I've only heard stories and gossip" she muttered, panicked. "You see one, you run. That's the rule. That's the only rule. Why am I not running?!"
The beast lowered its head, it's huge horns cracking the very ground as it changed.
The ground trembled.
Aristo cried out, And the world answered.
A wave of raw, overwhelming energy erupted from the infant not destructive, but absolute.
The Ferrodrakon froze mid-charge, eyes wide with primal terror, a huge tree whip the ferrodrakon instantly with it's trunk sending it flying.
Silence returned once more.
Maria stood frozen, breathing hard.
Then slowly looked down at the baby.
"…That was close," she said weakly.
Aristo blinked up at her, innocent, as if nothing had happened at all.
Maria exhaled, then tightened her grip.
And kept running.
DARIA : CAPITAL
THE PALACE
"I have never witnessed a storm of this magnitude," King Dorman muttered under his breath.
From the high balcony of the palace, the capital of Daria stretched out beneath him vast, luminous, and suddenly uneasy.
Above it all, the sky was wrong.
Crimson lightning cracked across the heavens like tearing fabric, illuminating the clouds in violent pulses. The wind did not simply blow, it pressured, as if the atmosphere itself was resisting something unseen.
"This is unheard of for this time of month," the King continued, his eyes narrowing. "Something is deeply wrong."
Behind him, Commander Damon stood motionless.
Damon captain of the Elite Forces.
A man whose name carried weight in every kingdom bordering Daria.
Not just a soldier, but a system in human form.
An information network known as the "Shadow Web" network spanned Serenia like an invisible nervous system: informants in taverns, coded beacons in temples, spies hidden even in allied courts. If something moved in the world, Damon usually knew before it finished happening.
And yet, This… he felt only now.
"This is no natural storm, Sire," Damon said evenly.
His gaze remained fixed on the crimson sky.
"I can feel it. Highly concentrated Dio energy… but unstable. And it's getting Aggressive."
The wind howled again, shaking the banners along the palace walls.
"It originates from the great forest of Eldarida," he continued. "But it is not only Dio… there is Eno energy intertwined as well."
A pause.
Then, quieter."…and something else. Something unfamiliar."
Damon's eyes narrowed slightly.
Impossible…
His thoughts sharpened.
A fourth energy source?
King Dorman turned sharply, authority returning like steel.
"Take immediate countermeasures."
Damon didn't hesitate.
"Yes, Sire."
The King stepped forward, voice rising with controlled urgency.
"Dispatch guards to every school within the capital. Every squad leader prioritizes children, our future comes first, notify every state in Daria and take countermeasures."
A distant thunderclap answered him, far too synchronized to be natural.
"Broadcast an emergency decree," he continued.
"A severe storm is imminent. All businesses cease operations immediately. Seal the capital gates. Any travelers or citizens outside the walls must seek refuge in guild houses or public shelters, they must return back to the capital at once, and if far away must seek shelter"
His eyes hardened.
"No one is to be left outside."
The weight of command settled instantly into motion.
Somewhere deep within the palace, bells began to ring.
Guard towers activated.
And in the highest spire of the capital's cathedral, enchanted crystal speakers flared to life, ready to carry the King's voice across every street and state of Daria.
Below, the city had not yet understood the danger.
But above them all, the sky kept bleeding violet.
DIO-TECH
CAPITAL RESPONSE NETWORK
Dio-Tech had never been a company that asked permission from tradition.
It replaced it.
What began as a modest innovation firm had quickly evolved into one of the most controversial yet indispensable forces in Daria. Their inventions blurred the line between magic and machinery, devices that bent sound, light, and even perception itself.
One of their earliest breakthroughs now echoed across the capital:
Magical Enhancement Speakers.
Installed in churches, towers, and guild halls, the devices amplified sound far beyond natural limits, turning a single voice into something that could wrap itself around an entire city.
And so, King Dorman's decree did not whisper into the capital.
It boomed through it.
From cathedral to alleyway, from noble district to slums, the King's words rippled through enchanted resonance:
Emergency protocols.
Seal the gates.
Protect the children.
Seek shelter immediately.
Even the wind seemed to carry the message.
High above the city, in the palace, the storm continued to writhe in crimson fury.
King Dorman stood still for a moment after giving the order.
Then his voice lowered.
"Damon."
The Commander paused.
"You seem troubled," the King said quietly. "And I do not believe it is only the storm."
Damon did not answer immediately.
His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, where the crimson lightning struck in irregular, almost intentional patterns.
At last, he spoke.
"It is not."
A pause.
The King turned slightly toward him.
Damon exhaled slowly.
"I will secure my family first," he said. "Then I will investigate the origin of this anomaly personally."
His eyes sharpened.
"We must understand what is happening in Eldarida… before it reaches us."
King Dorman nodded once.
A rare softness entered his voice.
"Be careful, my friend."For the first time, Damon's expression eased, just slightly.
"How could I ever repay your kindness, my lord?"
The King did not answer.
Damon had already moved.
One step, then the air broke around him.
With a single explosive leap, Commander Damon vanished from the palace balcony.
The sound arrived a moment later.
A distant thunder-like crack across the skyline.
And then, Silence returned to the capital.
But the storm above Daria did not stop, it only grew more focused.
DARIA : CAPITAL
SECOND GATE
Amidst the chaos, Maria arrived at the city entrance gates.
A black horse thundered beneath her, its hooves striking the ground like war drums as she surged through the storm-lit road toward the capital.
Wind lashed at her cloak. The sky above still burned with distant crimson lightning.
"Is that… Lady Maria?" a guard shouted, squinting through the chaos.
"That's Lady Maria!! Open the gate!"
Without hesitation, iron mechanisms groaned.
The massive gates of Daria parted just enough for her to pass.
Maria didn't slow down.
She shot through the opening.
The gates slammed shut behind her with a heavy echo.
DARIA : DAMON'S HOUSEHOLD
The capital was in chaos as the air vibrated with oppressive force, the storm was vividly seen above the sky within the capital by now.
Damon landed outside his estate just as the wind began to roar.
"Lisanna! Are you there?", I jumped over the gate.
The doors swung open, and Lisanna stepped out, her violet silks whipping in the gale.
"Lord Damon, you have returned earlier than expected," she noted, her voice steady despite the trembling thunderstorm.
"I needed to ensure you were safe, Where is Cassandra?, how's Phobos doing ? "
"Dad!" Cassandra shouted, sprinting from the hallway.
The young girl was the image of her father, her bright brown eyes full of relief as Damon swept her up onto his shoulder.
For a brief moment, the warmth of his family stilled the chaos in Damon's heart.
But then, he looked toward the horizon where the energy was thickest.
"Maria... has she returned yet?"
The heavy silence of the estate was shattered as the front gates groaned open.
Maria stumbled through, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her arms locked tightly around a pulsating red bundle.
"Maria isn't back yet," Lisanna had just begun to say, but the words died as Maria appeared like a ghost from the storm.
"What is the meaning of this, Maria?" Damon demanded, his voice dropping to a danger registered, His keen eyes tracked the volatile, shifting energy bleeding through the fabric of the blanket.
It was a kaleidoscope of colors,vibrant, terrifying, and wrong.
"Lisanna, prepare a room!" Maria choked out, trying to catch her breath.
Damon's authority snapped like a whip.
"Lisanna, take Cassandra inside, I'll like to talk to my wife"
" Yes my lord" lisanna replied.
As the door closed, Damon stepped into Maria's path.
"What is hidden underneath that cloth? The entire capital is in an uproar. Tell me you aren't related to this."
"I wish I wasn't," Maria pleaded.
"It's a baby, Please, let's go inside, He won't last much longer."
Black substance covered aristo's leg little by little.
"Inside!!? Not a step closer," Damon's expression hardened.
"What won't last?"
"The child! It's—ARGH! I don't need to explain things to you now! You're wasting time standing here!" Maria's tone grew desperate. "I promised his mother I'd care for him!" She said shouting at the top of her lungs
Damon thrust out his hand, his Dio energy surging as it condensed and hardened, shaping itself into a holy, radiant blade of crystalline white light.
"That child is dangerous! The energy emitting from that child is unreal.
It's not just Dio; it's something else, I'll have to put an end to it."
"You went into Eldarida alone? You're afraid of an empty room at night, braved that hellscape alone ? Take him back, Maria, i am doing this for our family, can't you see that , We have a one-year-old son and a four-year-old daughter.
We do not need this... thing."
"He's not a thing," Maria said, her voice breaking.
"He's my child, I'd rather die than let you take him back."
She sank to one knee and pressed her trembling palm to the ground.
Stone cracked and rose at her touch, shaping itself into a jagged, crude dagger.
Without hesitation, she lifted it and held it to her own throat, I'll rather leave everything behind than let him go !"
"He is my son," she whispered, tears slipping down her face.
"I chose him, I took responsibility, If you want him out, you'll have to take me too."
A thin line of blood formed where the earthen blade was pressed against her neck.
Seeing her resolve, Damon relented.
With a heavy sigh, the radiant blade dissolved.
"Fine, Inside."
"Thank you for understanding, Damon."
"Lisanna! Send an SSS message to the priests!" Damon barked.
DARIA: GREAT LIBRARY OF DARIA
Deep within the labyrinthine halls of the Great Library, Barnabas stood surrounded by the scent of ancient ink and sealed history.
A dwarf of immense age,two centuries of memory carved into his bones,he adjusted his small reading glasses beneath the brim of his red hat, his long white beard resting against his chest like a living relic.
Then he paused, the air shifted,not loudly. Not visibly.
But enough that his old body felt it.
"This intensity…" he murmured. "It is far beyond anything natural."
His eyes narrowed.
A memory surfaced,fragmented, distant.
A woman, the storm. Energy that should not have existed in a single body.
"…So she has returned," he whispered. "Or worse… she has brought something with her."
Before he could think further, a guard rushed in.
"Sir! Urgent message from Lord Damon!"
Barnabas took the parchment,one glance, SSS-rank message
The highest level.
His expression hardened instantly.
"Leave," he said.
The guard obeyed without question.
Silence returned to the library, but not peace.
Barnabas rose slowly, moving toward his desk. Beneath it, his fingers found a hidden mechanism. A soft click echoed.
A compartment opened.
Inside rested an ancient tome.
Its cover felt wrong to look at for too long, like history itself refusing to be remembered.
"…It is time I do my part," Barnabas muttered. "Just as my father did."
He exhaled dust from its surface," The great book of Tova"
DAMON'S HOUSEHOLD
Outside the estate, six High Priests arrived under heavy escort, followed by nervous apprentices ordered to remain in the courtyard.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
Not from fear alone, but from the energy leaking through the estate walls like something breathing too deeply.
"This way," Lisanna instructed calmly. "End of the corridor. Right door."
The priests moved quickly.
Inside the chamber, Silence, Maria was there sitting next to the child laying on the floor.
Aristo lay there, wrapped in cloth.
Surrounded by an unnatural, shifting aura that pulsed between colors not meant to exist together.
Black matter crept along his small form like ink searching for cracks.
Barnabas entered first, "Great Lord" His voice trembled despite himself.
"…This is not Dio alone."
Zeal stepped forward, eyes widening. "This energy… it's evolving!"
Flint staggered back. "Nothing should survive that concentration!, it's not evolving, it's recreating other spiritual energies"
" Sealing it might should work"
They attempted seals.One after another.
Each spell collapsed instantly, each technique, absorbed, erased, consumed by the child's aura.
"I don't understand," Zeal muttered, panic rising. "Everything is being neutralized!"
Barnabas's grip tightened.
"There is only one remaining method," he said grimly.
The room went silent.
"Maria could you wait outside" Barnabas asked, she stood up and left.
He brought out a huge book, the only spell that would work would be that of legend, I doubt we have enough Dio to perform this, but it should provide better result.
"The Otiot Shel Shedim."
A priest froze. "That's the great book of Tova, a grimoier"
" This isn't a the grimoier " Barnabas replied..
Raji?" Dir exclaimed.
"Don't tell me it's actually one of the Books of Tova! The book containing the lost history of worlds?"
"If this is real, then the legends of the dragons and the elves must be real too!" Zeal asked, his voice shaking. "Do you have the rest of them?"
"They are all real, I've been guarding this very book with my life; it has been passed down from generation to generation." Barnabas answered grimly.
"But I have only this one which I was given.
The others are lost in unknown locations. This book speaks of an era when humans, demi-humans, elves, dwarves, and dragons stood together to seal the demon Raji, who sought to eradicate all life, Raji was something that can't be killed or contained by normal means, they are specific seal that can be used, any other seal stronger or weaker than that would most definitely not function and could be broken out of "
"Demons!" Flint fell back in shock.
"Those creatures... they existed for real? A single demon could wipe out our entire elite force!.
With a single technique, from other books it's been stated to not make use of either Dio or eno"
His voice cracked as the reality of the legends set in.
"This is a secret you must carry to your graves," Barnabas commanded, his voice rising with authority.
They began the ritual, sealing the energy nine times over.
As the final words of the Otiot Shel Shedim were spoken, the dark aura began to recede, But the cost was catastrophic.
Five of the priests let out strangled cries.
Their bodies began to melt, turning into a dark liquid substance that slowly vaporized into the air.
Barnabas alone remained, his Dio energy drained to the point of collapse.
The required energy was insufficient to perform the seal, their soul and spirit were used in the process, but still the seal was nowhere close to perfection.
"If this seal breaks without the child learning to control this power," Barnabas whispered before falling unconscious, "the whole world will come to an end."
Maria rushed into the room, as she picked aristo up.
Even with the seal, a dark energy seep from his eyes. She took a strip of DPS hide, ferrodrakon a monster skin with a thousand tentacle-like hairs that feeds on raw energy and bound it over Aristo's eyes to hold the remaining power.
Outside, the apprentices were finally allowed in.
They stood speechless, finding only the empty clothing of their masters and a lingering dark mist.
The news of the five priests' deaths spread like wildfire through Daria.
The King, devastated by the loss of his most trusted advisors and the forbidden nature of the seal, made a heavy decision.
Damon was relieved of his duties, The commander who had built the continent's greatest network was stripped of his position, but the event that took place was kept a secret.
It was a night of tears and agony for The Kingdom of Daria
In the quiet of their home, Maria laid Aristo down beside her son, Phobos.
With her fiery red hair cascading over her shimmering blue gown, she leaned down and gently kissed both their heads.
She looked upon Aristo, knowing that though the air was now purified, the true storm was only resting.