Prologue – Children of the Dawn
Time began anew in the Morningstar domains.
Two years had passed since a new star shone above the fortress and the first cry of Celeste Morningstar made the heavens and earth tremble. Where once there had been fear and uncertainty, now hope flourished. The clan, once scourged by war, had been reborn as an Empire, spreading its bloodline and legend from the valleys guarded by lesser dragons to the far ends of the sacred rivers.
The citadel had grown on wings and dreams. The old scars of battle gave way to hanging gardens, mosaic paths telling the lineage's history, and pavilions where children and youths trained day and night. The Tower of Reclusion, once a symbol of captivity, was now a bastion of wisdom: its halls echoed with laughter, ambition, and noble disputes.
At the heart of this new world, Samael reigned as patriarch and mentor. He was no longer just the warrior who emerged from darkness, but the architect of an era and guide of a family multiplying in prodigies and promises. The chosen sequence—Kael, Violeta, Eris, Xylia, Elowen, and Cedric—shone with their own light, forming the vanguard of a lineage preparing to face destiny.
Celeste, the girl born under impossible omens, grew up among tutors, mythical beasts, and ancient secrets. Her laughter was the melody of the morning, and her cry, a reminder that even miracle blood held fragility. The wise said wind and void danced in her eyes; the elders, that the girl's presence calmed storms and, beneath her shadow, old wounds healed more quickly.
But peace is never eternal. Beyond the mountains and crimson rivers, the Empire of Stellar Ice waited, cold and watchful. Rumors of forgotten sects, returned children of destiny, awakening monsters, and ancient alliances forged in the shadows began to shake the continent's foundations.
For the first time in centuries, the academies opened their doors to all bloodlines—and to enemies as well. There was talk of reborn geniuses, strangers with impossible powers, and missions that would test the mettle of the new Morningstar generation.
Thus, under the gaze of the new star, peace and splendor were only the prelude. Once again, the world held its breath, waiting for the children of the dawn to write, in blood and glory, the next page of history.