The crimson light of dusk filtered through the windows of the Persia estate, where peace had briefly settled after the storm of betrayal. The royal family was safe, traitors had been purged, and Sion stood tall—his eyes weary, but unwavering.
The grand hall buzzed with strategic discussions. Princess Rebecca laid bare the urgency of Sidom's war with the Leaf Kingdom. Sion was focused, commanding, and calm. Yet amidst the diplomacy and planning, shadows slithered through the estate unseen.
Deep in the east wing, cloaked in vile magic, a hidden mage—an elite of the Leaf Kingdom—uttered forbidden incantations. Wrapped in darkness, he moved swiftly, and silently.
And found her.
Janet.
She barely had time to cry out before the world vanished around her.
Moments later, Raphael—hovering beside Sion—froze mid-sentence. His face paled.
"No… no no no…" he whispered. "Dark magic—inside the estate! It's moving! It's—JANET!"
A piercing scream tore through the palace.
Silence followed.
Then chaos.
Sion vanished from the war table, appearing outside in a flash of wind and light. He knelt by the unconscious guard at the rear garden path. In his hand: a scroll, burnt at the edges, radiating a foul, ancient power.
He read it aloud, voice trembling:
"We return what was stolen when your land burns in penance."
The paper disintegrated in his hand.
"Janet…" he murmured.
Mary stumbled out, eyes wild. "Where's Janet?!"
One of the knights dropped to his knees. "She's been… taken, my lady."
"No…" Mary's knees gave out. "My baby…"
Sion turned, fists clenched so tightly blood dripped from his palms. His aura, once calm, exploded with a blinding force that cracked the stone tiles beneath him. The very air grew thick, choking.
Everyone froze.
Even seasoned knights and nobles fell back instinctively, trembling.
King Nathan shouted, "Sion, wait! You can't go alone—this is war!"
Duke John stepped forward, placing a hand on Sion's shoulder. "We'll plan a response—don't be reckless!"
But Sion looked over his shoulder—his voice low and cold. "They've taken my sister."
"Sion, please…" Mary sobbed, crawling forward on her knees, clutching at his cloak. "Please bring my Janet home... don't let them hurt her... not again…"
Her voice broke something inside him.
The air cracked.
Winds howled in response to his rage.
Raphael, hovering above the palace, looked down with wide eyes. "This… this is no longer diplomacy. This is the awakening of a force beyond reason."
He whispered, "The King of Leaf has crossed a line… and now, he's awakened a true beast."
Sion mounted his steed, wrapped in wind and fury. His cloak flared with arcane energy, and thunder roared above the estate.
No more words were needed.
He vanished in a blaze of magic, galloping toward the Leaf Kingdom, leaving behind a trail of golden light—and the promise of divine wrath.