Valieon rushed through the dimly lit halls of the academy, his mind spinning from the vision he had just witnessed. He had seen war, betrayal, and something far greater than he could comprehend. His breathing was ragged as he arrived at Master Zephyr's chamber—a small, candlelit room filled with ancient scrolls and books stacked carelessly around the walls.
Master Zephyr sat in the darkness, legs crossed, eyes closed as if he had been expecting him. The moment Valieon entered, the old master slowly opened his eyes and gestured toward a chair across from him.
"Come, sit."
Still panting, Valieon collapsed into the chair, barely able to form words. Before he could speak, Zephyr reached out, placing an old, leather-bound book into his trembling hands.
Valieon glanced at the cover. The title was barely legible, but as he traced his fingers over the letters, his heart nearly stopped.
WAR
—Valieon, The Cosmic Sovereign
His jaw dropped. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing.
"What is this!?" he gasped, gripping the book tightly.
Zephyr simply nodded. "Read it."
With shaking hands, Valieon opened the book. The pages were faded, the ink barely clinging to the parchment, but as he read, his expression grew more and more serious. With every sentence, something inside him shifted. A strange energy began to surge through him, and suddenly—
The entire Flame Dominion trembled.
The earth cracked beneath him, buildings shook, and flames flickered wildly as if bowing to his presence. A massive earthquake rippled through the land, sending shockwaves far beyond the academy walls.
Master Zephyr remained unfazed, watching with knowing eyes. He had expected this moment.
Valieon clenched his fists as the words on the page burned into his mind:
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I am Valieon. A myth. A mere myth that is not a myth.
I was created.
I had an army.
I was a god.
I had a realm with my people.
I had a family.
They were all killed by the gods.
I am writing this from the shadows, hiding in a cave, but I do not have long. The gods will find me soon. They are afraid of what I am. They know that if it weren't for her, I would have destroyed this entire Hyperverse...
If you are reading this... then remember:
My army is in the Demon Realm.
My weapons—Alpha and Omega—are in the Realm of Spirit and Time.
My people, the last remnants of my kind, are in the Demon Realm.
Help them... please...
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Valieon slammed the book shut, his breath heavy. The earthquake subsided, and silence filled the room. His hands trembled as he placed the book on the table.
"What is this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Master… I have so many questions."
Zephyr sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "All your questions… will be answered in time." He stood up, his expression serious. "But not now. First, you must become stronger. Seven years. I will train you for seven years."
Valieon swallowed hard. He still didn't understand everything, but one thing was clear—this was bigger than him. Bigger than anything he had ever imagined.
With tears welling in his eyes, he nodded. He didn't ask anything else. He simply accepted it.
Zephyr, now alone in the darkened chamber, leaned back against the wall. His fingers traced the edges of the book as he let out a deep, frustrated sigh.
"I told him too early…" he muttered to himself, closing his eyes. "But destiny cannot be delayed."