A small wiry old man was seated on top of the glowing, city walls as flashes of steel, titanium and bronze clashed together creating a kaleidoscope of chaos. The man had a glint in his eye as he viewed the horrific war from afar.

He slowly stood up, as if the mere action would extinguish his life, then he jumped down with unexpected speed racing towards the battlefield, As he neared the battlefield, he could clearly see that the corpses piled up had reached an innumerable amount and the aura of death heavily influenced the environment. Suddenly a piece of steel was shot towards him like a meteorite. The old man took one step to the side, avoiding the metal by a mere inch, as he instantly transmutated the soldier’s armour into mercury. The soldier, who couldn't believe that his own armour had liquefied, was to surprised to realise that his very own steel blade had stabbed into him.

"A hidden expert, how could I not realise, what would an old man be doing in the middle of the battlefie-"

The solider vomited a huge amounts of blood as his complexion grew pale.

"But to have witnessed the power of a great expert is truly my luck. Maybe in my next life I won't be forced into a pointless war, where only the pampered nobles benefit, treating war like a game."

The old man looked at him with a gaze full of pity as he slowly said,

"Boy, you are innocent in this bloody affair, and I can guarantee you, that you will survive the encounter with me, but only time will tell if that is considered good... or bad.

The old man unhurriedly took out 4 items and placed them on the ground. Two of the items were sword hilts which looked like they would turn to dust if touched. Another item was a shining sword, which emitted a radiant light. The sword had the image of a burning Sun engraved on it. The last item was a wooden block with a strange P embedded on it. It seemed unordinary and strange.

"I leave these four items with you, if you make use of them, your fate might just change, and maybe you could rule this world, as its protagonist,"

After that the old man walked away from the broken battlefield. Just when he was about to speed up. The soldier, who was fingering the wooden block, cried out

"O great one what is your esteemed name?"

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The old man looked back an uttered one word,

"Zib--

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--reg,"

With that one final word, Kane Seator, with his gleaming golden eyes looked at the fleeting figure of the old man, as he contemplated the significance of this event.

That expert, Zibreg, could actually transmutate my armour even with my essence infused within in it. And the four items he gave me, just their essence alone have completely healed my injuries!

Kane eyed the radiant sword with interest as he tried to pick it up. As his hand neared the hilt he suddenly felt a burning sensation, akin to placing his hand into boiling lava. He hurriedly moved his hand away as his face twisted in agony. He looked at his hand which was perfectly normal, except for a tattoo imprinted on his palm. The imprint was the exact same letter P he had seen on the wooden block. Looking behind him he saw the wooden block... the P had disappeared.

"What just happened, what does this P signify?" I don--

"Hey Kane!"

While he was trying to comprehend this matter, a figure had unknowingly arrived in front of him.

"Kane it's Abel, I have finally found you in this god forsaken battlefield."

Abel shouted these words as he neared Kane. Abel had dark, tanned skin with gleaming golden eyes, the unique trait of the Seator family. Although Abel looked a lot like Kane, they were fundamentally different. Abel was always the brains of the family. He would organise the family economy, order the military about and make sure the family stayed the cream of the crop. Kane on the other hand was a exiled failure of the family. No talent to speak of, he was a stain on the family's pride. He married a woman of common status, which in most cases wasn't that big of a problem, but because he lacked ability and worth, he didn't have the right to make his own decisions, that was the iron clad family rule. But this didn’t make Kane hate Abel, in fact Abel was the only noble he acknowledged because Abel never treated Kane differently. He treated Kane just like an older brother would treat his younger brother.

“Abel, you actually found me in this colossal land. Don’t tell me you marked me with pieces of aluminium. You’ve got to stop with that habit of yours.

“Brother, you know I can’t stop that, I care to much for you.

Kane felt a growing feeling of happiness emerge inside him as he embraced his brother.

Abel tried to pull away from the hug but couldn’t so he submitted to his fate.

“And you Kane need to stop with this hugging habit of yours, it will get you killed some day,”

When Abel said those words, Kane had a premonition that something was wrong, but alas it was too late, for Abel’s hidden dagger had already stabbed into his heart.

Kane’s final words were, “Why brother, why?”