— GREAT EDRYAN, YEAR: 7294. SEASON: COLOR FADING .

Twelve thrones—some jade—others, bone .

Twelve Deities—each kept score—while She prepared War.

The board was set, the first piece—Chosen.

She failed her task, destined death woven.

The second rose, his mind unbroken.

To rewrite Her will, his Eradication unspoken.

He failed his task, a new game cycles.

A Hero rises—yet loss his omen.

For allies fall, and Imperius stands lonesome.

Twelve thrones, twelve thrones.

Built by blood, built by stone.

One Final Game, One Final Throne.

Winner Takes All, LEADING US HOME.

TWELVE THRONES, TWELVE THRONES.

BUILT THROUGH WAR, BUILT THROUGH WAR.

ENDLESS BLOOD, ENDLESS BONE.

A HERO RISES, A VILLAIN SHONE.

THEY COME AS SAVIOR, THEY LEAVE UNKNOWN.

NOT A HERO, NOT A RULER.

JUST A SAPHEN WHO ENDS EVERYTHING.

— Alidra Edryani

Vast blue sky, rushing autumn wind, entwined beating hearts, and a feeling of freedom. No restraints, no self-placed shackles, just two figures flying through the air laughing. The remnants left by predecessors are forgotten in this moment. A moment in time, one where nothing but the two existed.

Lawruthian chased, Madria ran, her giggles echoed through the cool autumn air. Lawruthian laughed behind, his free, unrestrained.

"Heh, ha-ha-ha.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Lawruthian sped up, his wings flapping harder, and the wind pushing at his back, supporting him. It felt like countless hands placed themselves on his back, pushing him forward. He didn't feel their expectations, their hopes, their dreams; he only felt their desire to help and support him.

He caught up, tagging Madria as a palm gently pushed against her back, doing its best to replicate the countless hands on his. "Tag, you're it."

Swiftly, he turned, shooting off into the sky, the wind still supporting him. Yet, he constantly glanced back, admiring the figure that chased him. She was taller, much taller, just as he had grown. She'd grown from 160 centimeters to 180 while still maintaining her slightly plump figure. White horns decorated her head while her pupils turned vertical, yet she still managed to express the same gentleness.

She wore an off-white dress with floral decorations, matching Lawruthian's loose collar shirt of the same color and design. An occasional white scale from her would reflect the light of the air.

"Hey, no cheating," Madria laughed, Life Affinity mana surging around her. "You're using wind magic to propel yourself!"

Lawruthian dodge, and Madria chased, both flickering through the sky like sparrows. "Cheating? If the wind wishes to support me, who am I to deny its wishes!"

Lawruthian waved his hand, slowing. Madria, seeing his speed drastically decreased, released an extra burst of Life mana. Her eyes widened, unused to the amount of energy in her body, as she crashed into Lawruthian. He opened his arms, catching her before spinning their bodies to slow their momentum.

"Hey, stranger," Lawruthian smiled, looking down into her golden-brown eyes. "Looks like you caught me."

Madria's heart fluttered, and in that moment, she forgot everything, lost in those gentle, red-gold eyes. "I… ugh… you…," she attempted, eventually sighing as Lawruthian leaned in and kissed her. The moment lasted forever, at least, it attempted to before a voice interrupted them.

"Your Highness Lawruthian, your scheduled meeting with the various branches will begin in one hour," Kathrine's voice interrupted.

Madria pushed away, her eyes aligning on the small device attached to Lawruthian's waist. "This… Walkie-Talkie has to be the worst invention by Georgia Moore since you hired her."

The English word was weird to her, but that was what her man called it when it was first presented. She secretly preferred the name Moore Talkers, as the inventor had aptly named it. She smiled at the thought, putting a hand to Lawruthian's lips as he ignored the message and drew closer for another kiss.

"You have work to do," her voice was stern, and she drew further back, creating some distance between them. "Besides, I enjoyed our early morning date, but we really should be getting back. Anyway, weren't you going to confirm your new classes today?"

Lawruthian sheepishly scratched his head. "Yeah, I should probably do that now."

"Let me lead you back while you focus," Madria said, tightly grabbing his hand as she began to fly toward Edrya. Lawruthian just smiled and focused.

He closed his eyes, silently sensing Minerva's position.

Huh, she's thirty minutes away.

He hadn't known his perk would be arriving today. Her little projects yielded various results, with Stratioti showing surprising benefits. A project to create a class of elite super soldiers that were partially expendable. Well, his class decision certainly may help.

"I intend to walk the Path: Imperius Maker ."

Although she was still outside their connection, Minerva's voice entwined with his, and Lawruthian seemed to be able to hear it.

"I intend to walk the Path: Keeper of the Codex ."

Together, their voices came out as one.

Together, their vision faded as one.

Withdrawing within themselves until none but blackness remains.

As all sound faded.

As all colors escaped.

Until within they saw nothing but whiteness.

As all tastes return.

As all feelings heighten.

Only Her vision was blocked as She remained outside his sol. Her power wrapped around it like a protective cocoon… or a cage ensuring he followed Her will. She didn't speak, only observed the process of a new class imbuing into his sol. This time, Lawruthian observed too. The last time, Goddess Madris the Sage completely distracted him, but the process of class imbuing was a phenomenon worth studying.

Incredibly tiny runes floated over like dandelion seeds on the wind. They glowed with a golden light, and radiated a majestic, heroic presence. They moved to the outer shell of Lawruthian sol's core and, gently, runes carved upon it, so small he hadn't noticed their presence at all, emerged. These runes were similar to the newcomers', but their radiance wasn't as brilliant. Lawruthian watched as the older runes were consumed by the newer ones, before the newer ones took their place upon the core of his sol.

"So that's it," Lawruthian attempted to study the runes, to fully understand their complexity, but it was like a student attempting to study a foreign language without guidance. The Kair'unian he learned seemed to be poor imitations of the ones inscribing his sol. "I understand now! This is why runes are important! They are the backbone of the system and how it translates not just classes but skills as well. I wonder… if I cast a skill, if a specific section of the runic writing on my sol will activate. This is how some skills can be immediately fired without waiting. Its like…"

He paused, head tilted, and his eyebrows scrunched inwards. His voice came out as a slow whisper as thoughts raced through his head. "Its… like… how… we… attempt to imbue golems… and other devices… If the fundamental of class creation is writing a complex language, sort of like a program or algorithm … then anyone who inscribes runes on objects is attempting their own method of programming? I need to test this!"

Lawruthian folded his arms, straightening his posture. His right index finger tapped repeatedly. "That's not exactly right, but I don't think it's far."

He turned up and looked at the 'outer' sky of his sol. He'd built a grassland, with each blade of grass a different color representing the Primary Ten. Many days were spent lying on the grass next to Madria as they watched the sky above. The sky now held a golden-brown glow, the divinity of Goddess Madris that cocooned his soul. Once, it lay deeply hidden within his sol, and he knew its whereabouts. Now Rasheed removed the Goddess's control, and unless Lawruthian opened it willingly, She could never reenter its depths.

"The primary reasons for needing a Tier 10 rune to break past Mortality must be because of this," Lawruthian theorized, waiting for the class to finish imbuing. "Perhaps you need to build your class or have some sort of understanding to activate some kind of restriction? It's likely easier to become a Prestige because this is all you need to do. There's no understanding of a Law or deeper layers of reality, only an acceptance before moving on? How could I test this? How could I research this?"

He shook his head. "Even before that, I would need to understand how classes are built, I would need to study the sols of hundreds, maybe thousands of individuals."

He looked up at the continuous stream of flowing runes into his sol's core. Hundreds, if not thousands, of tiny runes found their place. Some devoured others that were once occupying the spot of the new rune; others simply found an empty spot and settled down. The process slowed and came to a halt.

"Altogether, they've occupied roughly half the space of my sol at its current level," Lawruthian said. His eyes widened further. "So that's it! That's why we're limited to one class, then two, then three. The more complex the inscription, the more room it requires. Likely levels and attributes limit the size of our Sol. If I were to look at the sol of a Common or Rare individual, I'd likely see a substantial difference from the size of my Sol. It's the reason I can have heroic, divine, and…"

" Do Not Be Too Greedy ."

A voice, Her voice, echoed from the sky above his sky, cutting off his train of thought. Lawruthian looked up, frowning. Goddess Madris no longer occupied the depths of his Sol, but she still held some ability to read his thoughts. The outer sky of his sol, vibrated, as if… She was… laughing?

" You Are Not Ready For That Step, Break Past Mortality First, Or You Will Go Down The Wrong Path ."

"Huh, interesting."

Lawruthian closed his eyes; upon reopening them, his home was within distance. They would be at the palace in a few minutes. Usually, flying through the capital was restricted, but those rules didn't apply to him and other figures of importance.

Madria turned and looked at him, "All done?"

"Just one more."

He held his thoughts about the Goddess's ability to still pry. Perhaps it wasn't prying on his thoughts, but able to see the fluctuations of his mind. He still recalled the words of Helcantruim on the day of his awakening in the Ascension Hall.

' Hmph, as if we'd bother reading the thoughts of a mortal. Your emotions are open for all to see. '

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'I intend to walk the Path: Genesis Prince of Edryan .'

Once again, Lawruthian watched the process of the class imbuing into his sol. This time, he kept quiet, simply watching the process before leaving. When he next opened his eyes, they were landing on his room's balcony, exactly where they left this morning for their picnic.

"Kathrine," he called, entering the room hand in hand with Madria. "Let's go."

Kathrine smiled, greeting the pair as she led the way. He turned to Madria, alerting her that he would still need her guidance for a little while. His body was almost on autopilot while his mind was deep within his Sol. He wasn't returning, but he didn't want to bump into anything while paying attention to notifications.

"I need to assign my attributes now. Please keep guiding me," he asked.

"Of course!"

Lawruthian followed absentmindedly. He focused on allocating nearly four hundred attribute points.

I should allocate more into Vitality unless I go after some quick titles that give Vitality points. Only having 80 as a spare means I'll be using my true attributes in my next battle against something worthy. Huh… when would that be?

The many halls of the War Throne Palace past in a blur. Their steps approaching the Hall of Heroes. The hall was the birthplace of the Class Based Constitutional Monarchy and would be the birthplace of several councils necessary to fulfill Lawruthian's current objectives. Right before they entered Lawruthian gave his status sheet one final satisfied glance. He turned his attention to the counter for his crusade. Time was running out.

Lawruthian Imperius Koltius Edryani — Level 110

HP: 1965/1965 (+240)

SP: 1800/1800 (+660)

MP: 2400/2400 (+660)

HP Regen: 87/Hour (+22)

SP Regen: 79/Hour (+61)

MP Regen: 106/Hour (+61)

Base Atk: 325 (+185)

Base Def: 188 (+89)

Power: 650 (+370)

Mind: 800 (+220)

Vitality: 655 (+80)

Self: 470 (+230)

Endurance: 600 (+220)

Intent: 470 (+200)

Main Class: [Imperius Maker] — 50

2nd Class: [Genesis Prince of Edryan] — 50

Faith: Pantheon of Imperius

Magic Affinity: Primary Ten — 15%

Crusade: Holy War of Unification

6 Years, 6 Months, 191 Days, 7 Minutes, 3 Seconds.

Large doors, carved with tales of old, opened before the Chosen of Madris and Madria. Figures within the hall rose as his presence was announced. There was roughly thirty minutes before the meeting started, but many figures of importance were already present. The list was long, his Generals both Alexandria Indrian and Ameri Oni. The heads of the Bellum, Temi Drrow — Head of the Navy, Alexander Indrian — Head of the Army, and Ja'jarrah Jarrah — Head of the Air Force. They rose, greeting Lawruthian and extending their greetings to Madria who walked in hand in hand.

Prime Overseer, Livia Abara with many of her ministers also rose. Figures like Judge Cobra Cabal and his three helpers, Carine Holmes, Loria Adel, and Gloria Cabal, were present. Archbishop Femi Zubair, Lolla Gamal, Tunde Ojo, Inquisitor Amara Chuka and other subsidiary figures of the church were present. Lawruthian grinned and waved to Simra, who was surrounded by her own small group.

She waved back, a brilliant, shinning smile on her face. Next to her was Karla who Lawruthian winked at. What he was about to do couldn't be announced to anyone.

Lawruthian gave a few casual smiles, finally letting go of Madria's hand as he left for his seat stationed above. Madria turned and joined the members of the church, taking a central seat in their group. As he sat, he closed his eyes and calmly reviewed his quest, waiting for the few late comers to arrive.

"Quests."

Crusade: Holy War of Unification

Rarity: Divine

Category: Divine Quest

Quest Details:

Goddess Madris has tasked you with a quest for unification. Unite the lands of the Elrunian Continent underneath one banner. You must start a war within the next ten years or face the consequences.

Location:

Elrunian Continent

Rewards:

Didn't I save your Sol three and a half times? What more do you want? I guess you can have one thing.

1. Emperor of the Edryan Empire ‎ 2. Deduction of a half favor you owe Goddess Madris.

Failure:

Your potential and soul are reaped by yours truly. 😘

He folded his arms, lightly tapping his fingers.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

[Born To Be King] — The False Sky

Rarity: ???

Category: Chain Quest (System Generated)

Quest Details:

You have met remnants of both previous [Chosen of Madris] and have understood their initial plights. Now, you must seek powerful ancient artifacts created by the Genesis Six that could tip the balance of power and control over the Genesis Realm.

Objectives:

— Heart of the Stars — Ashaka [+] ‎ — A Mother's Embrace — Folkrun [+] ‎ — Laugh Tale — Jaa'ja [+] ‎ — World Heart — Molten [+] ‎ — Cohort's Shield — Daahk [+] ‎ — Dragon's Tear — Rasheed, COMPLETED [+]

Rewards:

Titled: Born To Be King

Failure:

Destruction of the Elrunian Realm. ‎ WARNING: A time limit of two-hundred fifty years is in place for this quest.

Lawruthian mentally clicked on the plus sign next to Dragon's Tear, opening the notification tooltip to read more. As he did so, he recalled the strange blue object he now held possession of.

Dragon's Tear

Rarity: ???

Category: Quest Item — Key . Part 1/6 (Consumable)

Properties:

1. Revives a soul whose body or legacy still lingers at its peak level before death. ‎ 2. Restores vitality to land or beings drained by death or decay. ‎ 3. Can anchor itself as a Pillar, upholding the laws of creation in place of a fallen Aspect for ten years. ‎ WARNING: Each property may only be activated once.

Location:

Mountain of Final Hope — Final Dragon Rasheed.

Description:

The dragon sheds a tear not for itself, nor for the wealth of knowledge it hordes. The dragon sheds a tear only when its goal is accomplished, its heart at ease, and it Sol put to rest.

This could and would immediately resolve Kubrat's predicament, but… so what?

The properties of Dragon's Tear were consumables. That meant once used, they could never be used again.

His mother's face flashed across his eyes. What he was about to do, what he was about to orchestrate, was strictly for her .

The final members of the new government necessary for what Lawruthian wanted entered. He could feel Minerva making her way here through the city, having just departed from her train. They didn't speak, but the excitement both felt to rejoin one another bled through their connection.

Lawruthian Imperius Koltius Edryani, Final Dragon, End of Adventure, Forefather of Edryan Innovation, and most importantly, Chosen of Madris , stood. The hall quieted down. The low murmurs and whispers among the different groups halted. They craned their necks upwards, gazes locked onto the prince. He stood there, not speaking, just silently staring.

There was an imperceptible aura surrounding him. An air of freedom, unrestrainedness and more. Those who stared felt as if all their worries would fade so long as they followed this man, this Prince… this King.

Ah, so thats it. Many figures understood. This was the aura of a King, it was like hers , like Queen Titiana. Those who followed the Queen since her youth straightened, recognizing the same manifestation in her within her son.

Once the hall was silent enough to hear a pin drop, the Chosen of Madris spoke. His voice was measured, but thundered in the hearts of everyone present. It resounded like hammer strikes, forging the minds of those into a single cohesive will, waiting for His commands.

" PREPARE FOR WAR! "

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