The world had barely begun to heal.
The battlefield, once soaked in the blood of millions, had long since been washed clean by the passage of time. Seven years had passed since the Crimson Lion Clan shook the lower realms with their ruthless declaration of vengeance. Seven years since the mighty roar of a father and the march of a cub had silenced kings, broken kingdoms, and rewritten the law of fear.
The space crack that once threatened balance was sealed, and the golden warrior from the Middle Realm had returned to his Council, bearing the name that silenced even gods.
Gravon Redmaw.
That name alone—Alen's grandfather—was enough to freeze the Council's breath.
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Middle Realm Council Scene:
A council of ten cloaked figures sat in a massive hall carved into a floating obsidian spire, high above the Middle Realm. Floating islands drifted outside like clouds frozen in time.
"Gravon Redmaw..."
The Archon of Law muttered, his voice echoing.
"The Law of the Cub still stands. If we make a move, we provoke the ancient pact."
The Law of the Cub—an agreement made a hundred years ago during the Bloodfire Era—stated:
"Should any being, mortal or divine, lay hand on the heir of a Lion without cause, the pride shall rise, and no realm shall shelter the guilty. Even the stars shall bleed."
"So we let him slaughter?" one council member hissed.
"We let him live," replied another. "Because if Gravon descends, even the Heavens will cry."
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Lower Realm – Seven Years Later:
Peace reigned, but not forgotten.
In that time, Alen and Lyra, now legends in their own right, graduated from the Academy. Their love had been tested in war and proven in fire. Their marriage had been a celebration for the entire continent—a festival that lasted seven days and nights.
Alen, once the cub of vengeance, was now the Lion of Hope.
They lived not as tyrants, but as protectors. Lyra stood at his side as Queen of Crimson Flame. Their happiness bloomed—and with it came joy beyond imagining:
Lyra held his hand, tears in her eyes.
"Alen... I'm pregnant."
He dropped to his knees, kissed her belly, and whispered, "Then the future is ours to protect."
But peace is never eternal.
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Scene – The Kidnapping
On the seventh anniversary of the Great Hunt, the sky darkened—not from clouds, but something else. A ripple, like a silent scream across dimensions, passed through the land.
A mysterious man roamed the lower realm—silver hair, robes from the Upper Middle Realm, a cruel grin carved on his face.
He found her—a woman of immense talent, power, and unmatched beauty. A prodigy nurtured under Alen's protection. She was Lyra's closest friend.
"You have potential," the man said. "And I have a realm where you will shine brighter... as mine."
He reached for her.
Suddenly, the ground shattered—Alen landed with a shockwave, his fist aimed at the stranger's chest.
But—
Nothing.
The man was a phantom. A projection. A smirk.
Behind him, a portal opened—violet flames dancing like spirits of chaos. From it, hands reached, pulling the woman in.
"No!" Alen roared, diving forward—but it was too late.
She vanished.
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Alen's Fury – Awakening of the Hunter
The wind howled with his rage. The earth cracked beneath his roar. The crimson light in his eyes returned.
"I offered peace," Alen growled. "I built a world for my child to be born into... And they dare..."
His voice echoed across realms.
"Then hear me now, all who live above—Middle, Upper, or even Celestial.
If you dare touch what's mine again...
I will bring war not to your gate—but to your very thrones.
And this time, I won't stop at vengeance.
I'll write the law in your blood."
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