In the heart of the Sylvial Palace, the ancestral seat of the heavens, a child was born from the union of two opposing forces: the relentless fury of the God of War and the blinding radiance of the Goddess of the Sun. They named her Vendia.

But her first cry was drowned out by the drums of war. Across the divine realms, ancient kingdoms rose in sudden, violent conflict. To save their people and restore cosmic balance, Vendia’s parents were forced to leave the palace, placing their newborn daughter in the care of the High Priests. They did not know that as they stepped onto the battlefield, they were looking at their daughter for the last time.

In the shadows of their absence, the God of Darkness—imprisoned within the void for eons—found a crack in his eternal cell. Using his powers of shifting shadow, he slipped into the palace like cold mist. His mission was simple: assassination.

He knew of the prophecy. Most divine children were "Half-Bloods," born of one god and one mortal, possessing only a fragment of power. But Vendia was a Full-Blood, a supreme hybrid. If she survived, she would wield the tactical genius of War and the life-altering fire of the Sun—a combination powerful enough to unmake the God of Darkness himself.

To save her from the assassin's blade, Vendia was smuggled out of the heavens and hidden in the mortal world. Her memory was wiped clean, and her divinity was suppressed.

THE DIVINE LAW OF SEVEN

In the world of gods, a child’s true nature is like a ticking time bomb. Upon reaching the age of seven, the dormant power inside a godling begins to surge uncontrollably. For Vendia, this "Awakening" is a potential death sentence. Without a sacred ritual to anchor the energy, the raw power of the Sun and War will incinerate her from within, turning her body to ash.

On that day, their bodies undergo a profound transformation. Their former appearance slowly changes, altering features such as their hair and eyes to reflect their true divine nature.

THE LAW OF TWENTY-FIVE: THE FATED LOVER

Upon reaching the age of twenty-five, another trial awaits. They must find their Fated Lover, for without this bond, their strength will gradually fade, and they risk losing their powers completely.

The key to finding their destined partner lies within a mark.

A small symbol is permanently etched into the skin of their middle finger—shapes such as a crown, a horse, a sword, or various other designs. This symbol corresponds directly to the specific abilities or powers they possess. It remains hidden until their twentieth birthday, at which point it suddenly floats and glows, revealing itself to the world.

This marking system is not exclusive to the children of the gods; it also appears on mortals. However, there is a distinct difference. For mortals, many can possess the same symbol. The rule allows them to love whoever they wish, as long as their symbols match.

But if they dare to break this law and love someone with a different mark, a severe punishment awaits. The curse does not fall upon them directly, but is instead passed down to their firstborn child. The child must be surrendered to the Palace, where they will be raised as servants or slaves. Furthermore, they are forbidden from offering their child to any other Kingdom except the one they currently belong to.

The symbol represents one's inherent abilities. This law was enforced to control the powers that could be inherited by future generations, ensuring that the world remains orderly and stable. It is strictly written that no one may possess more than two abilities.

However, this rule applies only to ordinary citizens.

Members of the Royal Family—such as Kings, Queens, Princes, and Princesses—or those holding high positions are exempt. They may possess up to four abilities. Yet, even this power pales in comparison to the children of the gods, who are blessed with five or even more than seven distinct abilities, not including their primary divine powers inherited from their lineage.

If compared to others, Vendia stands at the very peak.

The portal flickered open, depositing her into the mortal realm amidst the dense shadows of a vast forest. As quickly as it appeared, the gateway vanished, leaving nothing behind but an infant lying on the cold ground.

Witnessing this was a seven-year-old boy. He stood there, his presence commanding and eerie. He was a child of the gods, just like the baby before him. Moments ago, he had just completed a powerful ritual that awakened his true abilities, permanently altering his appearance.

His hair was a striking mixture of crimson red and ash gray, cascading over skin as pale as snow. He possessed a sharp, high-bridged nose, but what terrified people most were his eyes—heterochromatic orbs where the left glowed like burning blood and the right was a cold, lifeless gray. They held a gaze so frigid and empty it could freeze one’s soul.

He stared at the baby,he his mind calculating. Why would an infant appear in the middle of such a dark, dangerous forest, especially when chaos was spreading across the land? For a moment, two thoughts warred within him: should he end her life right there, or simply leave her to fate?

But as he looked closer, he found himself captivated. Even as a newborn, Vendia possessed an otherworldly beauty that drew him in. A decision formed in his cold heart. He would not kill her, nor would he abandon her.

He gently scooped her small form into his arms and carried her away, seeking a safe haven. But before they could even step out of the forest, their path was suddenly blocked.

A ferocious lion, enchanted and controlled by dark magic, stood growling before them. It watched them with predatory eyes before launching itself into an attack.

However, before the beast could even get close, its head was instantly severed from its body.

With lightning speed, the boy pulled out a sharp dagger hidden at his side and sliced through the air. The action was so swift it was barely visible to the naked eye.

Hidden in the shadows, the man controlling the beast watched in utter shock. He could not even comprehend how the child had moved. Despite his young age, the boy possessed immense power—power that had only just awakened moments ago upon the completion of his ritual.

It is a known fact that powers awaken at the age of seven. For mortals, their abilities surface naturally without needing any ceremony. But if a mortal fails to awaken their power by their seventh birthday, they are deemed useless and are condemned to live as slaves for the rest of their lives.

The attacker was bewildered. How could he move like that? he thought. His powers just awakened, he shouldn't be able to control them this well yet!

He was unaware that the child he had dared to attack was no ordinary being—he was a son of the gods.

Before the assassin could regain his senses, he felt a cold touch against his skin. The boy stood before him, the same bloody dagger now pressed firmly against his throat.

Terror seized the man completely. He lost his balance, his body trembling violently at the terrifying sight before him. He tried to beg for his life, to plead for mercy, but his words never came out.

A sharp spray of blood burst into the air.

His head rolled off his shoulders and tumbled into the thick darkness of the forest floor.His head rolled off his shoulders and tumbled into the thick darkness of the forest floor.

After ensuring the threat was gone, he carefully placed Vendia back into the carriage and they continued their journey. After traveling for what felt like an eternity, they finally reached their destination.

Eventually, he stopped before an old, worn-down house inhabited by a woman who lived alone—without a husband or children of her own.

Before setting her down at the doorstep, he leaned closer and whispered a vow into the air, his voice soft but laced with absolute certainty and dark possessiveness.

"I swear, you will be mine. When you turn twenty-five, you will belong to me completely. Any man who dares try to take you away... I will make sure they lose their very last breath. We will meet again."

A chilling, sinister smirk curved his lips. Satisfied, he knocked three times firmly on the door and disappeared into the night.

The woman was busy tidying up her home when she heard a distinct sound—three consecutive knocks. Curious, she walked over and opened the door.

There, lying right at her threshold, was a beautiful baby. She picked the child up carefully and brought her inside. She knew instantly that this was no accident; the baby had been deliberately left there for her to find and protect.

As she looked down at the infant, she realized this was no ordinary child. The girl’s beauty was ethereal, and her skin was as smooth and white as fresh milk. The woman decided then and there to take her in and raise her as her own, at least until someone came looking for her. She named her Vendia.

Five years passed.

On Vendia’s fifth birthday, her mother returned home carrying a very special gift. It was a creature known as a Berllion. It resembled a lion with a coat as brilliant as gold, but it possessed beautiful, gleaming white wings tipped with gold.

The woman had found the young Berllion lying weakly on the ground within the Hidden Forest. This was a secret place known only to those with power, accessible only by creating a portal. Casting the spell to enter was incredibly difficult and required rigorous training, for this was no ordinary woodland. It was also called the Magical Forest, home to various mythical creatures that were rarely seen elsewhere—creatures that were endangered or on the verge of extinction.

The woman was puzzled by its color; Berllions were naturally known to have only brown or gray fur, yet this one was different. Moved by pity, she had taken it in. It was surprisingly small, no bigger than a tiny kitten, making it easy for her to carry all the way home. She thought it would be the perfect companion for her daughter.

As soon as her mother handed the creature to her, Vendia immediately took it to her room. She gently placed it on her bed and looked at the weak beast lying before her. Suddenly, she gasped in shock as the creature began to glow with a blinding light. When the radiance finally faded, she saw a symbol engraved upon her left palm—it was the mark of a Berllion.

This was known as a "Bond." When a beast accepts someone as its guardian, a symbol appears on the person's hand. This was no mere mark; it allowed Vendia to communicate with the creature through her thoughts and linked their very souls. Through this connection, the guardian could even harness the powers of the beast. However, such a bond was incredibly rare. Not everyone could care for a beast, as they were notoriously elusive and rarely seen by human eyes.

Following the ritual, the creature suddenly surged with life, the sadness vanishing from its eyes. Vendia decided to name him Berlon, a name derived from his kind. She reached out and stroked his soft, golden fur, vowing to take care of him and help him recover his full strength. Being so young, she did not question why the beast had been weak; she simply wanted him to get better.

Vendia lived a peaceful life alongside the woman she called mother, with the Berllion always faithfully by her side. Unbeknownst to her, the woman was not her biological parent.

As Vendia turned six, she began to observe the world with more maturity. She couldn’t help but notice that she and her mother shared not a single physical feature. Yet, she chose to push the thought aside, for her heart was full of the happiness and love they shared within their home.