The stars above the broken skies flickered like dying embers, their light struggling to pierce through the eternal smog that cloaked the New World. It had been twelve thousand years since the war of ascension — the moment Nyra and Lucifer etched their names into myth, carving a history so terrifying and divine that even gods whispered their names with hesitation.
But now... their names were legend, and legend was silence.
The world had moved on. Magic was forbidden in some cities, worship outlawed in others. Power belonged to the silent ones—the Hunters of the High Council. Enforcers of balance. But even the council feared one prophecy:
"A child of hell and sword shall rise — not in flame, but in blood and sorrow."
Far beyond the crumbling towers of the Council's citadel, in a wasteland covered by the ashes of lost wars, a girl stood alone.
She had no name. No power. No memory. Only pain.
She crouched low, watching two mutant hyenas circle a starving deer. Her stomach screamed louder than her thoughts, but hunger didn't scare her. She had been raised in torment, forged by chaos. What scared her now... was purpose.
"Kill it," said a voice behind her.
She turned.
A woman in obsidian armor stood there. Face masked, voice echoing like steel scraping bone. One of the Twelve. One of Lucifer's forgotten servants.
"Why?" the girl asked.
The woman's response was simple. "Because it is alive."
No further reason was needed.
The girl moved without thinking. A stone in hand. One throw. The deer collapsed.
She didn't cry.
The woman stepped forward and handed her a blade.
"Your training begins now."
Far away, in a shadowed cathedral where time didn't dare to tick, a cloaked figure watched the event unfold through ancient glass.
Kara.
Nyra's AI. Still alive.
Still waiting.
"She lives," Kara said softly, "The fire has not died. The blood still remembers."
Elsewhere, deeper within the hollow pits of old hell, a sword trembled.
A blade forged by Lucifer and Nyra themselves.
It sang only one word:
"Ve lahi mo videhara..."
It had not been touched in thousands of years.
But soon... it would awaken.
[AI SCALING - SUBJECT: UNIDENTIFIED]
Durability: Unknown
Experience: 0%
Strength: Below average
BIQ: Developing...
IQ: 102
Agility: Above average (instinctual reflexes)
Power: Sealed
Weaponry: Primitive
Combat: 2% mastery
Narrative Speed: Low-tier
Soul Speed: Unawakened
Hax: None
AP/DC: Non-existent
Status: Man Level