Opening: The Awakening of the Patriarch
The sun had yet to touch the horizon when Samael opened his eyes; a vibration as deep as the origin of the world ran through his soul. He had slept little—the recent days of calm were but a thin layer covering the vastness of the unknown—but today the air carried an omen.
While the clan slept, the system—that voice inaudible to all but him—invaded his mind, solemn and triumphant.
DING! "Descendant Function: ACTIVATED."
[Birth of Celeste Morningstar: Daughter of the Black Fate. Talent—Unknowable. Destiny—Outside the established course.]
[Divine Descendant Reward!]
• Celestial Roulette (Level: 🔴 Dark Red – Mythic) x1
• Supreme Law Fragment: Blood & Void
• "Primordial Heritage Palace" (enabled: access for the entire direct line)
• Multiplication of the clan's wealth and resources x100
• Permanent increase in Morningstar Clan Luck
• [World Event Triggered!]: The birth of a Black Fate has altered the Qi of the Ancient Continent. Oracles tremble. Enemies and allies awaken.
Samael's mind filled with powerful resonances. He felt his blood temper, the void within him roar, and in his hands the echo of a legacy no emperor had ever possessed. The system's presence thrummed with unprecedented force.
In the air, a crimson portal spun before him. A golden disc, the Celestial Roulette, floated, burning and expectant.
"Spin it," whispered the system in that tone that was all voices and none.
Samael took a deep breath and, without hesitation, spun the roulette with a touch of his spirit.
Celestial Roulette: The Patriarch's Fate
The symbols spun: legendary beasts, law fragments, sealed weapons, ancestral spirits, even possible fallen disciples from ages past. The clan was unaware of the storm raging in their patriarch's mind.
Suddenly, the light exploded in dark red and black.
[Mythic Summon Successful!]
[You have obtained: "Eternal General of the Crimson Void" — Guardian spirit, protector of bloodlines, capable of erasing calamities and sealing the fate of enemies for three celestial cycles.]
[The clan's protection has reached a new threshold. The presence of intruders, calamities, and specters will be suppressed as long as the General remains in the world.]
A titanic aura, invisible to all but Samael, emerged in the heart of the citadel, merging with the clan's protective Qi. The system added, solemnly:
[Primordial Heritage Palace open: heirs and main sequences can now challenge trials to obtain law fragments, treasures, and unique titles.]
[Remember: the greatest miracles bring the greatest challenges. Every blessing invites the envy of the heavens and the hatred of demons.]
Samael smiled, the weight of a thousand futures shining in his gaze.
"Let them come. Let the world fear the Morningstar promise."
Power Surge and Dawn of the Clan
Dawn broke the night's spell. The citadel bustled: children and prodigies training, new vassals arriving, the pillars consolidating their power.
Samael, wrapped in an aura of blood and void perceptible only to the ancestors, walked the halls as both shadow and guardian.
His eye of destiny saw new threads of fortune in Kael, Violeta, Eris, Cedric, Xylia, and Elowen. The clan's talent had blossomed: all had advanced, their bloodlines resonating like strings of a celestial lute.
The world's Qi was denser, the fields teemed with energy, and at the top of the tower, Celeste Morningstar—still a child, restless and radiant—laughed, unaware that her existence had marked the beginning of a new era.
The Patriarch in the Shadows
Alone at the summit, Samael gazed toward the horizon where the border of the Stellar Ice Empire faded into the mist.
The system murmured, almost paternal:
[The roar of destiny has been heard. Children of glory and tragedy answer the call. Prepare yourself, Sovereign. The Era of Prodigies is just beginning.]
Samael closed his eyes, allowing himself a smile.
He had fulfilled the promise made under the new star.
Now, the world would have to prove if it was ready for the Morningstar legend.
Dawn Ceremony and the Sequences
The imperial courtyard dawned bathed in golden mist. Crimson and black banners waved high; the Star Tree looked more alive than ever, its ribbons and leaves shimmering. Disciples and vassals filled the terraces, waiting anxiously.
Kael, Violeta, Eris, Cedric, Xylia, and Elowen—the first sequences chosen by merit and bloodline—stood at the center of the circle. They had changed: their auras were vaster, their eyes saw further.
The children and new disciples watched them with a mix of admiration and envy. Being part of a sequence meant status, power… and a mountain of trials.
Samael appeared in silence, like a shadow emerging from the dawn. His presence, though serene, made the Qi tremble. All fell silent.
"Today, the Era of the Morningstar Sequences begins," he declared, his voice both thunder and caress.
"Each of you carries the legacy of dragons, phoenixes, and fallen ancestors. But destiny is not written: those who dream, fight, and fall… will have the right to challenge, to surpass themselves, and to fail a thousand times until they shine."
He turned toward the central tower. The system, hidden from all, projected a notification panel before Samael, invisible to all but him:
[Task Board: ACTIVATED.]
[Disciples can now access missions, challenges, explorations, and duels. Contribution points will be the new currency of glory.]
He raised his hand, and a golden inscription appeared in the air, visible to the entire clan:
"Any genius can become a legend.
Any legend can be challenged."
Applause erupted. The task hall opened symbolically: a Qi crystal door, where names and challenges would be written in light.
The disciples ran to the entrance, eager to see the mission list. Some sought glory, others vengeance, others answers.
Celeste's Presentation
On the imperial balcony, Seraphina appeared with Celeste in her arms. The girl, with silver-blue hair and crimson violet eyes, cast a curious gaze at the crowd, and a burst of pure Qi danced among those present. Wherever her laughter touched, flowers bloomed, the wounds of the weary closed, and even the wise felt chills: fate dodged her, reality bent.
The oracles and elders attending the ceremony exchanged serious, reverent glances. No one dared voice any prophecy about the Patriarch's daughter.
Samael, from the shadows, observed the silent miracle of his daughter, feeling the weight of protection and pride.
Announcement of the New Era
Samael spoke one last time:
"Today, the Morningstars honor not only blood, but the future. Let every disciple, every pillar, and every child remember this truth:
Glory does not belong to the gods nor the emperors, but to those who, even in despair, dare to challenge destiny."
As the applause thundered, the system whispered in Samael's mind:
[New Children of Destiny detected! Dispersed disciples, fallen prodigies, and legendary souls are returning to the clan's call. The true game is only just beginning.]
Chapter Epilogue
The task hall filled with new names. Duels and rivalries sprouted.
The general summoned by Samael, invisible to almost all, watched in silence, ensuring that no external threat could break the peace… for now.
And atop the tower, Samael gazed at the horizon, knowing that from today onward, his clan would write legends that would shake the ancient continent and beyond.