SUCCESSOR: THE CALL OF BLOOD
The Kingdom of Kün-Yong was a civilization born from ancient lands, built upon the absolute balance of the elements. Its rules were harder than iron, its laws more unyielding than mountains. The wise ancestors of the kingdom taught that the essence of power came from five main pillars: the destruction of Fire, the flow of Water, the sharpness of Metal, the solidity of Earth, and the swiftness of Air. These Five Elements maintained the order of the universe and the throne.
Yet every order had its shadow, and every sacred scripture had its forbidden page. Whispers spoke of a sixth element—Blood.
The Blood element was a power stolen from life itself, defying rules, feeding on emotion. It was difficult to control, its price severe, and it threatened the sacred balance of the kingdom at its very core. Throughout the dusty pages of history, Blood users had always brought chaos and ruin. For this reason, even the mere existence of the Blood element was a curse, and its wielder a monster condemned to death.
Behind this absolute prohibition lay a deep fear. Even wielders of the Destruction Element (Fire) knew all too well the devastation born of uncontrolled rage. But the destruction brought by Blood did not target the body—it consumed the mind. It rotted souls, poisoned loyalties. The kingdom wished to believe that the last wielder of the Blood element had been silenced by the sword centuries ago.
Yet a quiet whisper spreading through the palace hinted that the taboo had long since been broken. In the veins of someone blessed with royal blood, that dark power had begun to sprout. And on a night where betrayal and innocence were extinguished together, under the cold torches of the Eighth Year, that power revealed itself for the first—and last—time.
That night, the foundations of Kün-Yong, the Fortress of the Five Elements, cracked. A prince’s heart froze, a princess’s soul was exiled, and a lie was stitched into the shadow of the throne.
The flow of the Empire faltered, and the wheel of elemental balance slowed. Now, fifteen years later, as the veil of lies thinned, two siblings were returning.
One: Crown Prince Aybars, carrying the authority of the kingdom and the fire of vengeance.
The other: the assassin Mara, bearing the absolute power of Blood and the hatred of the shadows.
Everything would begin when the youngest and purest healer of the kingdom discovered the cold traces of Blood in the veins of the ailing Emperor.
For Blood always returned to where it belonged to the heart of the kingdom.