In the world of Senthora, every human has the potential to unlock supernatural powers that transcend mortal limitations.

These extraordinary abilities are drawn from three mystical sources, but gaining access to them is not a matter of choice, it is dictated by luck, fate, and destiny.

For most, the journey to harnessing such power is uncertain, a gamble of chance and circumstance.

However, for those born of noble blood, these powers are not a matter of chance, they are a birthright, an inheritance woven into their very essence, granting them unparalleled mastery over the forces that shape their world.

In the Dream Realm, individuals who prove themselves worthy can ascend to become Honorable Echoes, revered figures who embody the pinnacle of wisdom, strength, and virtue.

These Echoes are not only respected but also hold immense influence across all facets of society. Their journey begins at Order 7, the entry point for those who have demonstrated exceptional character and skill, and culminates at Order 1, the zenith of power and authority.

In the Dream Realm, an Echo can stumble upon a lost Echo Memory—a fragment of experience left behind by those who once wandered its depths. These memories are like dreams that never end, capable of trapping an Echo in an endless illusion.

For example, an Echo might find themselves dreaming of a swordsman, endlessly reliving the lessons of a long-forgotten master. The knowledge they gain there is real,

allowing them to wield techniques that rival even seasoned Echoes.

However, unlike an Echo's inherent powers, an Echo Memory is forever frozen at the level it was originally attained.

If a Order 6 Soul Flayer Echo were to obtain a Beast Tamer's Echo Memory, they would inherit all the skills and knowledge of beast taming but only at Order 6.

No matter how much they train, this memory will never evolve beyond its original limits.

Meanwhile, as an Echo, they can still ascend to Order 5, but their beast-taming skill will remain stagnant.

These Echo Memories hold immense value, as they can be transferred or even inherited allowing powerful abilities to persist across generations. However, Echo Powers themselves cannot be transferred.

Yet, the greatest danger of the Dream Realm is survival. To make use of an Echo Memory, one must first escape the Dream Realm alive, a feat that many fail to accomplish.

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Whenever a Domain emerges on Senthora, war follows. Not just among humans—other races from distant worlds descend upon Senthora world, drawn by the promise of long-lost treasures.

This rare phenomenon occurs only once in a thousand years, and with it comes a frenzy of bloodshed.

Within each Domain lie weapons of immense power, ancient scriptures, rare herbs, and artifacts, treasures that defy time itself.

What makes these Domains even more mysterious is their geography. Each Domain mirrors the landscape of its respective continent, yet it is infused with unimaginable riches and dangers.

For centuries, scholars believed Domains were formed by the Dream Realm, a place beyond mortal understanding. Yet, ancient scriptures tell a different story:

"The Domains are not born from the Dream Realm's terrain but descend from beyond the stars."

This raises a haunting question:

How can a realm with no awareness of its own existence create Domains filled with artifacts beyond its own laws?

The answer seemed impossible until the Celestial Era. Scholars of that age discovered something terrifying:

"The Dream Realm has consciousness."

But there was one condition, it only responds to a Sovereign.

Even now, the origins of Domains remain an unresolved mystery, debated fiercely by scholars, rulers, and warlords alike. Are Domains a gift of fate, a curse of the gods, or remnants of an ancient war fought across the stars?

No one knows. But when a Domain appears, every kingdom, every race, and every warlord will kill to claim it.

There is a clear distinction between Noble Families and Noble Blood.

Noble Families are those who rose to prominence during the reign of a Sovereign, earning his recognition through power, influence, or merit.

Their status is granted by legacy, not lineage.

Once a Sovereign's era fades, their prestige may wane unless they continue to prove their worth.

Noble Blood, however, belongs to the direct descendants of a Sovereign. Even if a Sovereign lived centuries ago, their bloodline retains its title, carrying the weight of ancestral power and divine right.

A Noble Family may rise and fall, but Noble Blood is eternal—so long as their lineage endures.

Dorian sat on his bed, engrossed in a book filled with complex arithmetic equations. His brows furrowed as he traced the numbers, deep in thought.

A servant entered the tent and leaned down, whispering something into his ear.

"What?" Dorian's voice rang out sharply. His gaze snapped up, eyes narrowing. "Give it to me."

The servant handed him a sealed letter before silently leaving the tent.

Dorian turned it over in his hands, his irritation growing. "Why send me a letter? He could've just come himself..." He scoffed, tearing the seal open.

An owl insignia was pressed into the wax, a clear mark of the Veyrathis family.

His fingers tightened around the paper as he began reading. The further his eyes traveled down the page, the more his expression twisted, anxiety, disbelief, and a creeping sense of dread flashing across his face.

"What? Levi, are you insane?" He muttered, his grip tightening. "If you want to die, go alone! Why the hell are you dragging me into this?"

Anger laced his voice, but beneath it lay something far more dangerous—fear.

And he wasn't the only one.

That night, in different corners of the campsite, two others received the same letter.

Their expressions were not just ones of anger but deep confusion and unease.

Something was happening. And Levi Veyrathis was at the center of it all.