dark descendent lurking fate

1. A Council of Titans

The battlefield was quiet once more.

The demons had retreated. The altar still glowed faintly—unstable, cracking, and surrounded by the fading presence of five ancient titans.

The Green Dragon, still coiled around the altar.

Vyren, battered and bleeding fire.

The two eagle siblings, wings torn but alert.

And the Yin-Yang Lion, standing silently at the edge of the fog, his body half in light, half in shadow.

These five gathered not just as guardians, but as witnesses of fate.

> "We cannot hold the line," said the eldest eagle, voice like rushing wind.

> "Khur Zhal will return… with weapons forged from abyssal pits," Vyren muttered.

The Yin-Yang Lion finally spoke, his voice calm and ancient:

> "Then we do what only true beasts of legacy can do. We grant our spirits."

They all turned toward the altar—toward the human boy unconscious within, wrapped in dual thrones and surging potential.

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2. A Pact Made in Silence

No mortal would survive even one of their spirits.

But this boy already held four—Mrit, the Nine-Horned Bull.

Gorran, the Golden Bone Ape.

Vulcan, the Forging Humanoid.

And the Yin-Yang Lion itself.

Yet… his soul pulsed with unnatural resilience.

> "He is the convergence," the Green Dragon murmured. "The balance of chaos and control."

They each touched the glowing core of the altar with what remained of their essence.

A storm of spirit light erupted.

The Green Dragon's wind and life force.

Vyren's volcanic wrath.

The twin eagles' razor-flight.

The Lion's stabilizing duality.

Each one was pulled into Ash's soul—his spiritual sea now a raging constellation of power.

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3. Escape from the Brink

The altar cracked.

Reality around it twisted.

> "We do not send him to his world," whispered the Green Dragon. "They will wait there. They will hunt him."

> "Then we cast him to another," the Lion answered. "Let him rest where no one looks."

With the last of their power, the five beasts unleashed a coordinated spiritual blast toward the thinnest veil in space—a crack between realms.

The altar tore from its resting place, spun like a falling star—

And vanished into a rift of light.

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4. The Mortal Realm, But Not Home

In a far-off mortal realm—lush, primitive, and unfamiliar—a shooting star blazed across the sky.

It crashed into a deep forest, carving a crater miles wide.

Birds scattered. Trees fell. Beasts fled.

In the center of the crater… lay Ash.

Still unconscious. His body flickering with golden light and spiritual mist.

Above him, phantom shadows of nine beasts shimmered briefly before vanishing into his core.

Mrit

Gorran

Vulcan

Yin-Yang Lion

Vyren

Two Green Dragons

Two Thunder Eagles

This new world had never seen a cultivator like him.

And they wouldn't be ready for what came next.

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5. Whispers of Legend

Back in the demonic realm—

Khur Zhal stood before the ruined battlefield, his severed arm still not healed.

He stared at the spot where the altar once lay.

Gone.

> "Where did you send him?" he growled.

But the wind offered no answer.

Only silence.

Only danger.

And far away, among human empires and beast clans of a foreign realm, a sleeping boy was about to rise with the potential to rewrite fate.

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