seven gate protector

Five thousand years ago, the ancestors sealed every gate of darkness. Their blood was spilled. Their lives were burned out. But the seven gates were locked. It did not last. The demons kept clawing their way through. Devouring human souls one by one. So the power of the ancestors was passed down. To those who were chosen. Year after year. Soul after soul. Generation after generation... They took turns guarding the seven gates of hell. When one generation fell, another was born to take their place. For five thousand years, the power was inherited. For five thousand years, the seal held. Until now. The gates have opened again. And the demons have returned to feast. Until... the chosen ones arrived. "You are the successors of the ancestors' power." Seven young men stood before the elders of the Central Cultivator Headquarters. Each one held a crystal of a different color. Each color a symbol of their power. Blue — Aleric. Wielder of the Aegis Blue Light. White — Arion. Master of the Frost Domain. Gold — Liam. Bearer of Mega Solar. Gray — Kaiden. Lord of the Wind Storm. Emerald Green — Aiden. Keeper of the Healing Thorn. Crimson — Tristan. Wielder of the Volt Dash. Lunar Silver — Sean. Master of Soul Manipulation. The seven elements. United. Balancing the universe. One by one, the crystals flared to life. And ancient tattoos burned onto their veins. A mark. A vow. A key. They were now the new holders of the gates. The ancestor's voice echoed through the hall: "Welcome, Seven Gate Protectors. Your task is not only to seal the gates... But to guard them. Until the next successors come." Outside, the sky turned black. The keystone of the first gate began to tremble. And a new legend... was about to begin.