It began with a roar from the deep.
Thirty-three years had passed since the last manifestation of the Demon Sea, and in that time, the world had grown complacent. Cities rebuilt. Soldiers retired. Even the clergy spoke of victory as if it were permanence.
But darkness is patient.
Without warning, the ocean turned black. Ships vanished without distress calls. Seaborne trade came to a halt. Faint cries—half-human, half-wretched—echoed on winds that carried salt and death.
The Second Southern Fleet, anchored near the Silver Trident Coast, vanished beneath the waves. Only one vessel limped back, its deck covered in claw marks, its surviving crew driven to madness.
They spoke of horrors: eyes like drowned stars, voices that whispered through steel, and shadows riding atop the sea itself.
And worse—they spoke of the Nether Race.
The ancient enemies of man had returned… allied with the sea-born devils of old.
Within three days, the Celestial Throne Hall opened its doors for the Imperial War Council—a gathering not seen since the Crimson Eclipse Wars.
The Four Great Ducal Houses arrived:
Hepton Originus, solemn and silent, bearing the weight of a bloodline now linked to legends,
Duke Valen of the East, the brilliant tactician cloaked in calm,
Duke Drazel of the North, all muscle and steel, and
Duchess Calmere of the West, cloaked in the cold wind of ancient magic.
The High Cardinals of the Solar Temple stood behind them, incense trailing like divine mist.
King-ranked general marched in steel-draped silence, their faces carved by battle.
Then entered two foreign monarchs:
King Elluin of the High Elves, grace carved into bone and blood,
Queen Nyzera of the Desert Elves, regal, unreadable, and wrapped in shifting silks of light.
The room, gilded in history and burdened by fate, quieted as Emperor Aldric Verentis III rose.
"The Demon Sea has returned," he declared. "And with it, the Nether Race. This is not a war for land or pride. This is survival."
Gasps. Grim expressions.
The announcement of an alliance between elves and humans met instant resistance.
"You would trust the traitors of the First Demon War?" snarled Duke Drazel.
King Elluin's eyes flashed. "Because we remember what you did when you won. We are here not out of trust—but necessity."
Silence.
It was Hepton Originus who rose, voice low but certain.
"If we cannot unite, we will fall separately. My house will stand by the Empire. And if needed, by the elves too."
His words, backed by centuries of silent strength, tilted the balance.
At last, Emperor Aldric raised his hand.
"It is decided. The Alliance of Dawn shall be formed."
Beyond the palace, signal fires were lit. Doves and hawks flew. Ancient weapons were drawn from vaults. The world was no longer waiting.
It was moving.
After the meeting was adjourned, Hepton travelling back to estate which was closest to demon sea was now in threat and he needed to protect it from demon sea and nether race and also to look after his son which was somehow linked to appearance
to all of this
After reaching , he rushed back to house and called every soul knight of duchy to discuss strategies and move general public of sea area towards mountains and protect them .
He then went to his room to get his king ranked sword and started to see resources he had to use and how to request from emperor.
He also needed to made preparation for knights of other three duchy , royal family and elevn race mages .
A week passed , then suddenly a knight's pressure erupted from training ground of lionheart and hepton directly rushed towards it and saw that left him speechless.