Prologue:
It was a typical day at Carton-Milk High, located in Japan. Azire Han, an immigrant from Korea, trudged through the school gates, greeted by the usual cacophony of children shouting, gossip buzzing like a swarm of bees, and, of course, the daily serving of milk. Azire had been attending this school for a while, stuck in an endless cycle of monotony—go to class, take notes, complete assignments, and sit through tests. To him, school was nothing but a dull routine. But today was different.
Martha, the beloved lunch lady and a dear friend of Azire, had always held a special place in his heart. Azire was a respectable young man, and he had always admired the milk she prepared. But today, she had brewed something new—a special concoction unlike any other. As her loyal advisor and friend, Azire felt it was his duty to test her latest creation.
The moment the milk touched his lips, a strange sensation coursed through his body. A wave of dizziness overtook him, and his vision blurred. Before he could react, darkness consumed him.
When Azire opened his eyes, he was no longer in the bustling cafeteria. Instead, he found himself in a vast, ominous castle, the air thick with tension and charged with an ancient energy. His head throbbed as he tried to take in his surroundings.
Before him stood the Demon King, an imposing figure with a presence that commanded the room. Though age had weathered his features, his massive, brolic frame radiated power. Two towering titans flanked him, their expressions unreadable, awaiting their king's command.
"Are you the one they call Azire Han?" the Demon King intoned, his deep, resonant voice shaking Azire to his core. Hesitating for a moment, Azire eventually nodded, a mix of fear and intrigue settling within him.
Suddenly, a violent gust of wind erupted from beneath the Demon King's feet, lifting him off the ground. The grand chamber seemed to expand endlessly, reaching toward the heavens as clouds gathered above, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The Demon King puffed out his chest, his aura radiating an overwhelming presence.
Then, his voice boomed across the castle, echoing off the ancient stone walls. "You alone have been chosen! The Successor of the Throne! You will lead Nyxvaris into the war yet to come!"
Martha then explains the world of Nyxvaris. Nyxvaris—the land of eternal twilight. A vast and ancient world, shrouded in the remnants of past wars, its lands were divided into warring kingdoms, mythical forests, and endless darkened seas. The sky was a swirling mass of deep purples and blues, illuminated only by the eerie glow of floating celestial stones that pulsed with raw magical energy.remnants of empires lost to time. Beneath its surface, vast underground cities thrived, inhabited by those who wished to remain unseen. Magic crackled in the air, imbued in the very fabric of reality, shaping the destinies of those who dared to wield it.
The weight of those words pressed down on Azire like an iron chain. He swallowed hard, struggling to process what was happening. "Why me? What makes me so special? Why am I your successor?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The Demon King's piercing gaze bore into Azire, sending shivers down his spine. "The answers to your questions must be carved through your own story. Prove you are deserving of this title and make it your own. Question not our judgment, but the implications of such. You are strong, Azire—we have seen it. Now, all that is left is for the world to see it too."
Martha stepped forward, a gentle but firm smile on her face. "Azire, I have chosen you as well," she said warmly. "Inside, I know you are strong. I believe in you and your capabilities. Now go—show me and the King what you are truly made of."
His name echoed in his mind. Azire. Something about the way they said it carried a weight he had never felt before. A destiny he had never imagined.
Taking a deep breath, Azire squared his shoulders and met the Demon King's gaze with newfound resolve. He took one final glance at the grandeur of his surroundings before speaking the words that would change his fate forever.
"I accept."
AND THUS, THE STORY BEGINS.
As young Azire set off into this new life, little did I know of the trials and tribulations that awaited me. Happiness and pain, suffering and joy, greatness and despair—all were woven into the fabric of the adventures to come. My journey was just beginning, and I would carve my own path in the world.