Chapter 4 — The Forbidden Law

Long before the rise of Therians…

Before dragon riders ruled the skies…

Before kings carved their kingdoms upon the bones of war…

The world almost ended because of love.

Not because of hatred.

Not because of greed.

Not because of monsters.

But because two people fell in love.

For centuries, the truth was hidden from ordinary people. Only kings, royal bloodlines, high priests, and historians were allowed to know what truly happened during the First Catastrophe.

Because if the world ever learned the truth…

Fear itself would consume humanity.

Deep beneath the Royal Palace of Therians existed a forbidden chamber known as the Hall of Origins. Almost nobody was permitted to enter. Massive black pillars covered in ancient symbols surrounded the chamber while blue flames burned endlessly along the walls without ever dying.

At the center stood a gigantic mural carved into black stone.

A mural depicting the end of the world.

Several young royal knights stood silently behind King Ragna, while cold air filled the chamber.

Nobody dared to speak.

Even breathing felt wrong in this place.

“The world was smaller back then,” Ragna finally said, his voice echoing through the chamber. “The kingdoms were divided. Weak. Prideful.”

His icy blue eyes slowly moved toward the mural.

“But humanity’s greatest enemy was never war.”

The knights stared toward the massive carving.

And immediately felt fear.

The mural showed a child standing beneath a blood-red sky while entire cities burned around him. Storms spiraled overhead. Oceans crashed against destroyed kingdoms. Mountains split apart beneath black flames.

Countless corpses covered the ground beneath the child’s feet.

And despite all the death surrounding him…

The child was smiling.

One of the younger knights swallowed nervously.

“That thing…” he whispered. “Was it truly human?”

Ragna remained silent for several moments.

Then, he answered.

“Yes.”

The room instantly became colder.

Hundreds of years ago, before the Seven Kingdoms established peace, a prince blessed with the power of Wind fell in love with a princess carrying the power of Fire.

At first, nobody cared.

The kingdoms believed the relationship would eventually fail. Some even laughed at it.

But love survived longer than hatred expected.

The prince and princess secretly married.

And eventually…

A child was born.

The moment the baby entered the world, strange disasters began appearing everywhere.

Storms destroyed villages overnight.

Entire forests burned for weeks without stopping.

The oceans became violent without reason.

Even dragons started behaving abnormally.

At first, nobody understood why.

Until the massacres began.

The child possessed power beyond human understanding. Wind and Fire merged inside him into something unnatural. Something corrupted.

Wherever he walked…

Death followed.

Kingdoms vanished beneath endless flames.

Millions died screaming.

Entire bloodlines disappeared from history.

And the most terrifying part…

The child smiled through every massacre.

“He laughed while cities burned,” Ragna said quietly. “Ancient records claim people could hear him singing while entire armies died around him.”

Even the knights standing behind him looked pale now.

One finally forced himself to ask:

“How was he stopped?”

Ragna slowly turned toward the bottom of the mural.

There, carved beneath the demon child, was the image of a flower.

Dark.

Beautiful.

Terrifying.

The Devil’s Flower.

A flower blacker than the night sky itself. A cursed bloom that appeared only once every hundred years in lands no kingdom could permanently claim.

Some believed it was created by demons.

Others believed it was a gift from the gods.

But one truth remained absolute.

It was the only thing capable of killing the child.

For the first and last time in history…

All Seven Kingdoms united together.

Therians, the Kingdom of Ice — feared for its dragon riders and frozen warriors.

Roiders, the Kingdom of Water — masters of oceans, rivers, and storms.

Falarion, the Kingdom of Fire — land of volcanic cities and flame-born warriors.

Set, the Kingdom of Lightning and Speed — known across the world as the “Gods of Thunder.” Their warriors moved faster than the human eye could follow, and their lightning was said to split mountains apart during battle.

Magus Dominion, the kingdom of sorcerers — masters of healing and limited control over every natural element.

Verdantia, rulers of Earth and Nature — capable of controlling forests, roots, mountains, and stone itself.

And finally…

Solaria — the mysterious kingdom of mixed bloodlines, carrying traces of Fire, Earth, Nature, Magic, and Wisdom together.

For years, the Seven Kingdoms fought side by side against the demon child.

Dragons fell from the skies.

Continents cracked apart.

Entire civilizations vanished beneath war.

And eventually…

Humanity won.

The Devil’s Flower pierced the child’s heart and ended the catastrophe.

But before dying…

The child smiled.

And whispered words that history could never forget.

“One day… another like me will be born.”

Silence filled the Hall of Origins.

Even the flames along the walls seemed weaker now.

After the war ended, the kingdoms created what became known as the Forbidden Law.

No union between opposing powers would ever again be allowed.

Fire could never unite with ice.

Wind could never unite with Earth.

Lightning could never unite with water.

Love itself became regulated by fear.

Any child born from a forbidden union would immediately be marked as cursed before even taking their first breath.

But there was another reason the kingdoms feared such children.

Power Levels.

Every noble born into the Seven Kingdoms possessed measurable power flowing through their blood. Throughout history, the weakest nobles were ranked at sixty-five.

The strongest…

One hundred.

For centuries, reaching Level One Hundred was considered impossible. A myth created to inspire future kings.

Until one man changed history itself.

Prince Raian.

Bearer of the Blue Dragon.

The strongest warrior ever recorded.

The day his power level was measured, the entire world fell into shock.

One hundred.

The first and only person in history to ever reach it.

Even kings feared what Raian could someday become.

Because power like that was never supposed to exist inside a human body.

Ragna slowly turned away from the mural.

“The world survived one monster already,” he said coldly. “It may not survive another.”

The young knights lowered their heads in silence.

None of them noticed the old royal historian standing quietly in the corner of the chamber.

His hands trembled as he stared toward the mural.

Because hidden deep within the ancient records existed one final truth, the kingdoms buried long ago.

The demon child had not been born evil.

Humanity had made him that way.

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