In the twilight years of the Magical Era, there lived a nameless orphan.

  Born without lineage, protection, or purpose, he wandered the peripheries of mankind—unseen, unloved, unremembered. At the age of ten, fate, cruel in its irony, did not grant him salvation. It gave him a choice.

  In a dying glade deep within a forgotten forest, he found a creature prophesied to end him:

  A dragon-human girl, no older than five, shivering and alone—her breath weak, her life flickering.

  He did not kill her.

  He named her.

  He fed her.

  He raised her.

  For ten long years, he was not a knight, nor a sorcerer—he was a brother.

  His love forged her into something divine: no longer beast, but being. He taught her words, music, the shape of clouds, and the warmth of trust. She taught him something far rarer—hope.

  Even without shoes, he offered her comfort. Even without food, he made her smile. Even in poverty, he gave her everything a girl would dream of, at the cost of his blood and toil.

  But the world does not reward love born outside its laws.

  The village discovered her truth—not through fear, but manipulation.

  For the Royal Capital had caught whispers: a dragon descended from the Prime Will had manifested.

  They did not care for her name, her nature, or her soul.

  They saw her as conduit, not child.

  The village, trembling under royal pressure -

  The chief made an offer, hand her over to the Capital and In exchange of noble status, wealth, and bride.

  The boy struck the chief.

  He was branded heretic.

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  At age twenty, with his sister now fifteen, they were cast out once more—exiled not for crime, but for refusing to sell love.

  They sought peace in the shadows of the forest. But peace has no place in a world ruled by fear.

  The Capital sent no soldiers, only smiles.

  A villager, broken by coercion, lured them back under false banners of forgiveness—a festival, a reconciliation, a lie.

  And as they crossed the threshold—

  An explosion shattered their home.

  The boy shielded his sister.

  He lost an eye.

  Then a hand.

  Then blood.

  But he ran—blind, broken, burned. Through fire, through arrows, through betrayal.

  He reached the cliffs.

  There, fate awaited in steel: Three Royal Dragon Slayers.

  He fought.

  One arm. One dagger. One will.

  A boy against demigods.

  They shattered his other arm. Crushed him. Tortured her.

  Broke her horns. Pierced her limbs. Branded her for sacrifice.

  For she was no longer just his sister.

  She was now the Divine Vessel of the sword— "The Prime"

  An artifact of which power seems like replica of the Prime Will, capable of slicing open both the Astral Layers and the Dimensional Gaps, except barrier.

  - Its doesn't means it impossible to destroy barrier, probability are surely very less.. (Discuss in later)

  The Royal Capital's Objective was that went to upper layer and occupy eternia.

  The boy lay dying. Vision gone. Soul unraveling. Breath stolen.

  But still—he crawled.

  He reached for her.

  And in doing so—

  The sky wept fire.

  From the layers beyond divinity, five entities descended,

  They were the Five-Dragon Matriarchs as vessel chosen by Five Primordial Wills.

  They did not descend to save the world.

  They came to choose.

  Not a savior. Not a king.

  A vessel.

  “To protect love, one must defy order.

  To defy order, one must accept rejection.

  Become the Enemy of Reality.”

  Broken, betrayed, and burning with resolve—he agreed.

  The Pact: A contract of eternal consequence. The boy becomes the living vessel for the Five Wills. Each time he calls upon them, the universe itself rejects him. Reality erases his presence, memory, and meaning. He becomes a walking contradiction—a paradox given form.

  - They Summoned arthemis - "disclosed later, about how they summoned"

  Arthemis- It is the only entity capable of erasing a Will-born artifact.

  (where this came from? how made? how this works? -undisclosed)

  Its singular purpose:

  To destroy the Replica of the Prime Will— encased in his sister’s body.

  Prologue over

  AT LAST PROPHECY ~ By Unknown Architect.

  “When balance falters and the Divine Vessel bleeds,

  The Five shall descend—not to save, but to choose.

  Not to crown a king, but to forge a paradox.

  For only one who defies the order of all things

  Shall wield the blade that undoes reality.”

  (undisclosed- In depth of eternia)