The world of SansFin had known only war for millennia. A never-ending struggle between the Eternal Light and the Eternal Darkness. Angels and Devils clashed, leaving a trail of devastation. Finally, in a desperate bid for peace, both sides unleashed their strongest spells. The resulting explosion tore through the fabric of reality, banishing the Eternal Light and Darkness, but leaving SansFin in chaos.
Centuries later, the once-proud Dragon King, Uldrass, had maintained a fragile peace by keeping the remaining demonic forces at bay. However, dragons were fading, their power diminishing with each generation. Legends of Uldrass' era became whispers, and some, like the forgotten pact between Dragons and Nephilim, were lost entirely.
Rikkie, a young Nephilim woman, stood nervously before a mirror, adorned in a magnificent white wedding dress. Her heart swelled with love as she awaited her soon-to-be husband, DraalStar, the last true Dragon King. He burst onto the balcony, his deep voice booming, "By the name of Uldrass, you look radiant!"
DraalStar, a magnificent creature with black and green scales, shifted back into his human form. His eyes, the same emerald green as his armor, met Rikkie's. Their love was undeniable. However, their happy moment was shattered by a frantic dragon guard.
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"Your Majesty, an army approaches our gates!"
Their joy turned to dread. Before they could react, a green energy beam slammed into DraalStar, sending him plummeting from the balcony. Rikkie, her wings bursting from her dress, rushed to his side. Fear gnawed at her. Below, the battle raged. Her family, fellow Nephilim, fought valiantly, their golden light flashing as they fell.
From the smoke emerged a chilling figure - the Lich King, an ancient evil thought vanquished. He loomed over DraalStar, a monstrous being of bone and flame.
"Rikkie," DraalStar rasped, clutching a bloody wound. "The Lich King... he's returned... Get our son... to safety."
As the Lich King's blade pierced DraalStar, his form dissolved into ash. Rikkie screamed, a primal cry of grief and rage. A skeletal warrior lunged, forcing her to flee.
Tears streamed down her face as she clutched the basket holding her newborn son, Michael. Reaching a hidden chamber, she knew she had one last desperate option - a forgotten spell of dimensional travel. With trembling hands, she cast the spell, a swirling dark mass enveloping Michael's basket.
"Take him," she cried, her voice cracking with despair. "Take him somewhere safe..."
The mass vanished, leaving Rikkie alone. The door burst open, skeletal warriors pouring in. As darkness closed in, Rikkie uttered a final whisper, "I love you… My Son…"
A booming voice reverberated throughout the crumbling palace. "Labellum!" The Lich King unleashed a chilling spell, causing the palace to sink into the earth. His victory was short-lived. The strain of millennia in the icy prison had left him weakened. With a final burst of magic, he erected a new palace of ice – his frozen fortress – before collapsing into a deep slumber.
Meanwhile, a dark mass materialized outside a human orphanage. A basket materialized, a baby's cry echoing in the night. The orphanage doors creaked open, revealing a kind face…