On the day Felix decided to personally explain "The Holy Cross - Teachings" to the nuns, the capital was once again shaken by a staggering event!
The only son of Emperor Jupiter Titans, Prince Damoer Titans, was attacked by a mysterious assassin during yesterday's afternoon hunt. Although the royal guards arrived in time to repel the attacker, Prince Damoer Titans was hit by the assassin's hidden weapon and fell into a strange coma.
The weapon was poisoned!
What was unknown to the public was that the site of Prince Damoer Titans's assassination attempt was on the soft, down-filled bed deep within the Yamodo estate! Prince Damoer Titans 'hunted' onto the bed of Viscount Guyana and was caught playing naked 'games' with the handsome viscount.
The mysterious assassin did not kill Prince Damoer; she merely threw a dagger smeared with a strange poison before the royal guards could intervene, and in front of all, the dagger sliced off the frightened, shrinking dick of Prince Damoer beneath him...
The bloodline of the Titans royal family, ended.
Enraged, Emperor Jupiter roared like a lion driven to madness. His face, marked by the ravages of time, only buried his ferocity after personally executing the sixteen guards responsible for protecting Prince Damoer.
Emperor Jupiter did not seek who had castrated his only son. At forty-five years old, with age lines and streaks of white in his hair, he revealed a cruel smile. Laughing, he drew from the royal palace's inner sanctum, the sword known as Lost Enchanters, sealed upon an altar.
"Enemies of the Titans, bare your fangs! The son of Saturn has failed, the rebels have failed, now let's see if you can dethrone me!"
Empowered by Lost Enchanters, Emperor Jupiter, eroded by darkness for twenty years, seemed to revert to the unmatched Son of God’s Might who once swept the Saturn Empire.
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The incident of the prince's assassination sank into an eerie silence, as if it never occurred.
A bizarre calm brewed a storm that would sweep across the land. Both Emperor Jupiter and the plotters lurking in darkness awaited their opportunity...
All conspiracies had just begun when they were abruptly ended.
The sight of Emperor Jupiter drawing the sword Lost Enchanters struck fear into those lurking in the shadows, their trepidation evident as they recalled, for the first time in a long while, twenty years prior, before the attempted assassination by three legendary fighters, this 'old man' in his haze was once the sixth legend to reach that status at the age of twenty!
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At his peak, upon drawing Lost Enchanters, he wielded the power rivaling that of epic warriors!
He was the one who personally slew the three Sacred Coffin Knights of the Saturn Empire!
He was once one of those closest to being a 'god'.
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The palace, the altar, the sealed site of Lost Enchanters.
At only forty-five years old, Emperor Jupiter appeared as an ancient elder, his life’s traces nearly erased by the dark forces, with only the imperious light in his eyes unchanged - the light of a man born to stand above all others.
"Your Highness, The Silver Hand has set out. Within seven days, Princess Helen will arrive at the capital." The man hidden in the shadows knelt on one knee. Even as the once-powerful Jupiter lost his strength and his rule waned, in his eyes, the man at the end of his life was still the Son of God’s Might who swept over the world two decades ago.
The closest person to me, the one I respect the most, my sister...
I can already hear my brother's voice. He's calling me, summoning me from hell...
Last night, my father told me he's in hell, waiting for me to come and confess, to beg for forgiveness from the relatives who died by my hands...
My time is running out, and the soul of the Gamma Master is still gnawing at my flesh...
The seal that has been too long is nearly exhausting the power of the Lost Enchanters, and I can feel the Grim Reaper always lurking beside me, waiting for the moment my soul breaks free from my body...
I have done countless wrongs in my life, but I believe what I do today is right. My sister, the Titans need a great queen, and so does the world...
The enemies of the Titans always thought their strongest opponent was the Son of God’s Might. No! They are mistaken! It's not me they should fear but you, my sister, the daughter of the sea—Helen...
My sister, the great Daughter of the Sea, I will not truly die until you return...
The breath of life fades slowly as the once glorious king closes his eyes. The hilt of the Lost Enchanters' sword with its black gem begins to ooze a rich dark aura, mingling with the endless wails of the dead, merging into his body growing colder by the second.
Pale fingers suddenly clutch the Lost Enchanters' sword on the altar, and the shadow-wrapped elderly figure slowly rises...
My sister, I await your action for my true end...
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The day after Prince Damoer was assassinated, Emperor Jupiter Titans suddenly announced he was handing all government affairs over to the Central Assembly. Simultaneously, the Titans Royal House issued an epic quest to the adventurers' and mercenaries' guilds across the continent, to seek the lost Sword in the Stone in The Burial Ground of Bones.
Where is the most dangerous place on this continent?
People will tell you with unwavering certainty, it's neither the Spider Forest connected to the Subterranean Realm nor the Eastern Orthodox Diocese, which bridges hell and the abyss, but the former battlefield, now known as The Burial Ground of Bones...
Twenty years ago, The Burial Ground of Bones had another name, Vulture Plain...
This land, where countless warriors are buried, this land stained with blood, this land where six legendary figures and fourteen Sacred Coffin Knights fell!
The wronged spirits turned into wraiths, wailing over this tainted, bloody earth...
The unyielding warrior souls prop up their shattered bodies, following the Death Knights into endless battle...
With death energy so dense not even the Sacred Coffin Knights' souls can escape, they become heroic spirits, bound by obsessions as death knights, fighting one another, waiting for the end, for a final victor, for the birth of a sovereign of spirits...
This is a land destined to birth a deity...
This is a land of curses, a land where bones are buried...