The sun began to set over the high walls of the Fortress Palace, its golden light casting long shadows across the land. Within its protected walls, Kenshin Sato, leader of the Fortress Clan and wielder of the mythical artifact Chronus, stood before two of his most trusted subordinates: Jafar and Mitsuya.
He spoke with clarity, his voice steady, eyes glowing faintly with the legendary Sphere Eyes — mysterious purple irises said to peer five seconds into the future.
"The time has come. Deliver my words to the leaders of every clan. The world is on the brink, and we must stand united."
The message was simple yet dire:
"I'm sorry that I have to bother you all, but the world is in trouble. It is urgent that we help each other... one last time."
With respectful nods, Jafar and Mitsuya departed.
The Empire Kingdom
Their first stop was the Empire Kingdom, a realm renowned for its mastery of healing magic and ancient spells. Standing at the heart of this land was the imposing Merlin Suzuki, a queen once doubted by her lineage, now revered as the strongest sorcerer of her age. Daughter of the late King Bates Suzuki, Merlin carried the heavy legacy of a family that once placed all their hopes in a brother — one who fell before his time.
At the gates, Jafar and Mitsuya bowed low before the castle guards.
"We come on behalf of Master Kenshin Sato. We bear a message of great urgency."
After a brief pause, they were escorted inside the grand halls of the palace.
Queen Merlin sat tall on her throne, regal and commanding. Her gaze pierced through them like frost.
"So… Kenshin sends messengers instead of coming himself. What is the meaning of this?"
Jafar stepped forward with a bow.
"Your Majesty, Master Kenshin believes a catastrophic threat looms over all clans. Demons — stronger than any we've ever faced — are approaching."
Merlin's eyes narrowed.
"Demons? My son, Peragus, recently encountered one with his men. It wiped out half his unit before he destroyed it with a single spell. Is Kenshin afraid of those?"
Mitsuya interjected.
"These are not like the ones Peragus faced. Each one of these demons could bring about the end of the world alone."
The queen's face hardened, then softened in thought.
"I've seen this kind of fear in Kenshin before… If he truly believes it, then it must be real. Still, I dislike being treated like some pawn."
She stood.
"Tell him this — I will consider aiding him, but I expect to hear from his own lips at the summit."
Jafar and Mitsuya bowed again, then left the castle as the queen turned her back with an elegant wave of her hand.
The Lightning Clan
Their next destination was the Land of Lightning — a territory that echoed with thunder and the roar of storms. At its heart was Loki Saito, the chosen of Zeus, and the one who now wielded the divine blade Excalibur.
Once a slave, forced to fight for scraps and survival, Loki had become a living legend. His aura was fierce, shaped by pain, and his thirst for battle unmatched. The villagers here moved like lightning — swift, focused, and always on edge.
Jafar and Mitsuya were greeted by Fujitora, a stoic warrior who served directly under Loki. They were led through storm-washed halls to a great chamber, where Loki leaned back on a jagged throne of silver and obsidian.
His gaze was sharp, playful — dangerous.
"So… Kenshin sends his lapdogs to my door. What's so terrifying that the mighty Fortress Clan needs my help?"
Mitsuya stepped forward.
"Demons, Lord Loki. Not the kind that possess farm animals or hide in the shadows. Each one of them… could destroy the world."
For a moment, Loki didn't speak. The room filled with the quiet rumble of thunder outside.
Then… he laughed.
"Good. Maybe I'll finally have some fun."
He stood, lightning crackling around his shoulders like a cape.
"Tell Kenshin I'll be there. Not because I trust him… but because I want to fight whatever has him this scared."
As the three exited the room, Loki's expression changed. His smile faded into a grim line. His fingers curled into a fist as a memory surfaced — a flash of lightning, a battle long past, a face that haunted him still.
He whispered one name, barely audible over the thunder:
"Illumi…"