In a *boundless void*, where not even a single ray of light existed, only *endless darkness* stretched in every direction.
Time had no meaning here — it simply *did not exist*.
Floating in this abyss was a *flickering soul*, dim and fragile, as if it might be swallowed by the darkness at any moment.
No one knew how long it had drifted there. Days? Years? Centuries?
The soul endured *eternal loneliness*, and the *silent torment* of timelessness.
At first, it was filled with *fear and despair*, terrified of the endless dark.
But over time, it began to *adapt*.
It wandered aimlessly, searching for an escape — but there was none.
Eventually, it began to *forget*.
It forgot what it was…
Why it existed…
Even *who* it was.
Its emotions faded too, swallowed by the void — like everything else.
Memories, identity, feelings — all slowly eroded by the *infinite darkness*.
The soul's light began to flicker violently, on the verge of being *completely consumed*.
It was as if the void itself was ready to erase its very existence.
But then — in that final moment — a *vortex* burst open in the darkness.
The soul was yanked away by an unseen force…
And disappeared.
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*Meanwhile...*
On a vast planet hundreds of times larger than Earth, called *Spirit Star*, five great continents spanned the land, each ruled by powerful races.
- The *Eastern Continent* was ruled by *humans*.
- The *Western Continent* belonged to *elves, druids, dwarves*, and magical beasts.
- The *Southern Continent* was home to *elemental spirits*.
- The *Northern Continent* was ruled by *fierce beasts*.
- And in the center of the world, the *Central Continent* was the domain of *various demons*.
The entire world pulsed with *spiritual energy and vitality*, making it both magical and mesmerizing.
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*In the Eastern Continent...*
In a massive city stretching over *150 million square kilometers*, at its very heart stood an *enormous mansion* — covering over *100,000 square kilometers* on its own.
Inside that mansion, in a quiet room, a woman lay on a bed, exhausted after giving birth.
Beside her, in a small cradle, was a *newborn boy*.
He had a soft, round face, a tiny nose, and long black eyelashes.
But what stood out the most were his *eyes* —Dark, bottomless pupils that looked like *miniature black holes*, as if they could devour the entire world.
And atop his head, a thick crown of *deep black hair*.
The baby boy was chubby and adorable, his tiny hands curling in the air as he let out a soft cry.
The woman beside him gazed at him with warmth in her eyes, her voice soft.
*"My sweet little boy… I'll call you Ivan. Ivan de Spellbound."*
She smiled, brushing a finger gently over his cheek.
*"Do you like it?"* she whispered, even though the baby couldn't answer.
Her name was *Elena de Spellbound*, and she was nothing short of stunning — emerald-green eyes full of grace, and long green hair that spilled over her shoulders like silk.
The midwife, quietly packing her things nearby, glanced at Elena and smiled.
*"Madam, you should rest now. Don't worry — the maids will handle everything."*
She paused, then added, *"I'll have them bring warm water and milk for the baby right away."*
Just then, a *soft knock* came at the door. It opened to reveal a tall man with a commanding presence.
His golden hair shimmered under the sunlight pouring through the window. His sharp golden eyes, glowing with quiet intensity, made him appear even more regal. He wore *golden battle armor*, etched with glowing magical runes. A massive sword — nearly two meters long — hung at his side, its hilt catching the light.
This was *Hugo de Spellbound*.
The midwife quickly bowed.
*"Greetings, my Lord."*
Hugo gave her a passing glance, nodding slightly, but said nothing. His steps were slow and steady as he crossed the room to Elena's bedside.
Elena met his gaze. For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes — no words needed.
Then Hugo leaned closer and said gently,
*"You've done well, my love."*
Elena smiled and turned her gaze to the newborn.
*"Look at him, Hugo… His name is Ivan. Isn't he precious?"*
Hugo's expression softened. He looked at the boy and chuckled quietly.
*"Of course he is. He's our son."*
Then his eyes briefly scanned the room.
*"Where are our daughters? Haven't they arrived from the capital yet?"*
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