CHAPTER 1 – THE RETURN OF PEACE, A NEW BEGINNING
Several years had passed since the catastrophic battle that nearly reduced everything to ruin.
The most dangerous enemies of the Syavadark era had fallen—Rayser, Red Moon, Viszavius… and most shockingly of all, Emperor Zeidon Sventhor himself. No one could have imagined the truth behind Zeidon’s existence: he was the horrific fusion of Zoelda, Zaenda, and Zyurella from a mutated future—a grotesque manifestation born from Vanth’s manipulation of time and genetics, an entity lurking within the darkness between dimensions.
Yet, against all odds…
That tragic timeline had been corrected.
Through the intervention of Dr. Nadia—daughter of Zedwan and Diana, the Goddess of War, who had journeyed from the future—Zyurella was saved before darkness could claim her fate. Zoelda, Zaenda, and Zyurella, their memories and true identities restored, guided nearly the entire Syavadarkian race back to their original world.
A distant planet…
A realm suspended within an inverted dark dimension, like a negative reflection of Earth itself—alien, unsettling, and incomprehensible, even to the wisest beings alive.
Seona Earth began to heal.
Balance was restored.
Those who still possessed extraordinary abilities—remnants of genetic alterations and DNA mutations born from past conflicts—chose a different path. Though power still pulsed within their veins, they learned restraint. They concealed their strength, blending quietly into the rhythms of ordinary human life.
And within this fragile era of calm…
One woman rose as a symbol of resilience and elegance.
Lysa—the half-vampire queen and heir to the Phoenix bloodline, younger sister of Zedwan—had endured more tragedy than most could survive. After losing Arven, the father of her children, she now devoted herself to raising the five heirs of that union:
HasyaLys,
Fran,
Zoarfang,
Ritz,
and Aisha.
HasyaLys, notably, was the same age as her cousin, Dr. Nadia of the present era—a coincidence that often stirred whispers among scholars of time.
Now, alongside her new husband Yorukira—a pureblood vampire prince descended from the mystic lineage of Demitri—Lysa welcomed another child into the world:
A young prince known as Dark Sky.
A hyperactive boy…
Whom many believed destined to inherit unparalleled vampire power.
Meanwhile, the Ultimate Fighters Tournament had returned.
Hosted within the Grand City of Zephoria, the event stood as a global symbol of unity and peace. Millions gathered—humans and half-breeds alike—to witness clashes between the finest warriors from across the world.
The tournament’s organization was jointly led by Middle Wildland—a vast territory inhabited by countless demi-human races:
Werewolves,
Reptilians,
Elves,
Tigerkin,
Pumans,
Cheetahfolk,
Hawkmen,
Bullkin,
Minotaurs,
Centaurs,
Griffins,
Catfolk…
…and many more.
Under the rule of Diana, the Goddess of War, these races thrived within a system forged from justice, honor, and hard-earned coexistence.
Among the rising figures of this new era was Shinin—the second child of Zedwan and Diana.
A name spoken with reverence.
A living symbol of hope…
Immortalized upon Middle Wildland’s official banner: a rising sun between twin wild mountains, representing resilience and glory.
To the east and west, Liu Kei and Shao Moon assumed vital roles as regional guardians. Like Master Sein and Red Moon before them, they established martial academies and dojos, training the next generation.
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Their students came from all walks of life:
Ordinary humans,
Demi-beasts,
and those carrying mutated Syavadarkian genetics—
Warriors reminiscent of legends from another universe… yet more disciplined, more controlled.
Crime had nearly vanished.
Vampires and werewolves now stood side by side, safeguarding night and day in tireless vigilance.
And behind the scenes…
Zedwan’s disciples remained watchful.
For even in peace…
This world was never truly free from the shadows of hidden danger.
CHAPTER 2 – A CALM BEFORE THE STORM
Zephoria’s skies shone brilliantly that morning.
Yet beneath the radiance, murmurs had begun to spread among elders and realm-keepers—whispers of an approaching Blood Supermoon.
To Zedwan, however…
Today was simply a rare moment of leisure.
A fleeting calm before the storm of the Ultimate Fighters Tournament.
At an open-air café near the grand stadium, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air. Zedwan reclined comfortably in a black wooden chair, his right hand wrapped around a still-warm ceramic cup.
Across from him sat a young man who filled him with quiet pride.
Shinin.
His second son.
And one of the tournament’s central participants.
“You look unusually calm,” Zedwan remarked, blowing gently across his coffee. “Not nervous about fighting your own cousins?”
Shinin smiled faintly, arms folding across his chest.
“If one is born to shine,” he replied, “why fear the shadows?”
Zedwan raised an eyebrow.
“Poetic. But don’t let confidence become arrogance. Fran, Zoarfang, and… what’s the other one’s name again? Reedz? Ritz?”
Shinin paused, thinking.
“They keep changing it. But now it’s Ritz. Says it sounds ‘smoother.’”
Zedwan chuckled.
“Kids these days…”
Elsewhere, Dr. Nadia—Zedwan and Diana’s eldest child—wandered through the bustling tournament bazaar alongside her cousins and closest friends:
HasyaLys and Aisha.
None of them had any interest in competing this year.
For them, the world offered far more than the confines of an arena.
“Shopping is way more exciting,” HasyaLys declared, examining delicate crystal bracelets crafted by elves.
“We should find somewhere pretty for photos,” Aisha added. “Might end up trending on ZephoriaStyle.”
Nadia glanced ahead, smiling.
“There’s an elven hanging garden nearby. Day-blooming luminous flowers. Let’s go.”
As they walked, Aisha’s gaze caught sight of a lone male elf.
Tall.
Silver-white hair.
A face sculpted as if from moonlight itself.
He stood quietly, holding a magical camera.
“Ooo… that elf is handsome,” Aisha whispered.
“Don’t bother him,” HasyaLys teased with a grin. “But if he wants a picture with us… no harm in that.”
Moments later, the three girls approached him, their smiles bright and disarming.
Back at the café, Zedwan’s expression gradually darkened.
“HasyaLys… your mother isn’t coming?” he asked quietly. “I haven’t seen Lysa since her remarriage. You’ve got a new little brother now, haven’t you?”
HasyaLys’s earlier words echoed in his mind:
“Uncle, it’s not that Mother doesn’t want to come… she’s busy governing. Besides, the Blood Supermoon is near. The elders are preparing a ritual.”
“They say… they intend to resurrect Ching Lee.”
“As a vampire.”
Zedwan fell silent.
His hand trembled slightly around the cup.
Ching Lee… as a vampire?
Memories surged like a violent tide—
Ching Lee, the Syavadark warrior who sacrificed everything for peace…
For humanity…
And once, someone who had stood far closer to Zedwan’s heart than he ever admitted.
He turned slowly toward Aisha, who had since joined them.
“If Ching Lee returns…” Zedwan asked, voice low, “what about Arven? Your father?”
Aisha answered with innocent composure.
“Mother didn’t want Father to feel jealous. So… he’s sleeping. In a coffin. Inside the frozen chamber.”
“The elders say Father can’t become a vampire. He’s the Ultimate Phoenix.”
“When the time comes…”
“He’ll rise again.”
“Like fire.”
Zedwan exhaled deeply.
A dull ache spread across his head—whether from shock… or the strength of the coffee, he could not tell.
He rubbed his temple.
“Rise like fire… The world truly grows stranger by the day.”
In the distance, laughter rang through the glowing elven garden.
Three girls.
One striking elf.
A magical camera flashing softly—
Capturing moments of happiness that might, unbeknownst to them, become the last memories before the world changed once more.
Because beneath every smile…
Shadows lingered.
And the Blood Moon…
Was drawing ever closer.
