The golden light around Arin suddenly exploded.
For a moment, the entire forest disappeared beneath a wave of blinding radiance.
Kael raised his arm to protect his eyes.
The Shadow King did not move.
He simply stared.
For the first time in centuries, something resembling fear appeared in his eyes.
The seven symbols glowing across Arin’s chest began rotating slowly, forming a perfect circle around the Golden Core.
One symbol shone brighter than the others.
Then another.
Then a third.
Kael stepped backward.
“No…”
Arin heard his voice through the storm of energy.
“What is it?” Arin asked.
Kael looked at him.
“The Seven Seals.”
Arin frowned.
“I thought they were symbols.”
“They are not symbols,” Kael whispered. “They are locks.”
The Golden Core pulsed.
A deep sound rolled through the forest.
BOOM.
The ground cracked beneath Arin’s feet.
Ancient trees bent away from him as though an invisible force had pushed them aside.
The Shadow King finally moved.
He raised one hand.
“Enough.”
Darkness rushed toward Arin like a massive wave.
Kael shouted.
“Arin! Move!”
But Arin didn't move.
The darkness struck him.
Nothing happened.
The black energy touched the golden aura surrounding his body and disappeared.
The Shadow King's eyes widened.
“That power…”
Arin slowly looked at his hands.
Golden lines were moving beneath his skin.
He could feel something awakening inside him.
Not anger.
Not fear.
Memory.
Images flashed through his mind.
A giant white tower floating above the clouds.
Seven kingdoms beneath a red moon.
Warriors wearing armor made from light.
A woman standing before a golden throne.
A child being carried away through a burning city.
And then—
a voice.
His voice.
But older.
Much older.
Run, Arin.
He gasped.
The vision vanished.
Kael grabbed his shoulder.
“What did you see?”
Arin looked at him.
“I don't know.”
“You do.”
Kael's voice was unusually serious.
“You just remembered something.”
Arin shook his head.
“No. It was only a vision.”
The Shadow King laughed softly.
“No, Heir.”
Everyone turned toward him.
The Shadow King stepped forward.
“That was not a vision.”
His dark cloak moved despite the absence of wind.
“That was your past.”
Arin's expression hardened.
“My past?”
“Yes.”
The Shadow King raised his hand toward the sky.
Suddenly, the clouds above the forest began turning black.
A massive circular opening appeared in the sky.
Beyond it was something impossible.
Seven enormous lights floated in darkness.
Each light had a different color.
Blue.
Red.
Green.
White.
Purple.
Silver.
Gold.
Kael stared upward.
“The Seven Realms…”
The Shadow King smiled.
“They have awakened.”
Arin looked at the seven lights.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” the Shadow King said, “that every ruler in the Seven Realms now knows you are alive.”
Arin felt a cold sensation travel through his body.
“Every ruler?”
“Yes.”
The Shadow King lowered his hand.
“And every one of them will come for you.”
Before Arin could answer, the forest trembled.
A distant roar echoed through the trees.
Kael immediately drew his sword.
“We're not alone.”
Branches snapped.
Something was moving in the darkness.
Arin focused.
For the first time, he could see things he couldn't see before.
The darkness itself had become transparent.
He could see the movement of energy between the trees.
He could see Kael's golden aura.
He could even see the Shadow King's dark power flowing through his body.
And then he saw something else.
Five figures.
Moving toward them.
Fast.
Kael noticed Arin's expression.
“How many?”
“Five.”
“Where?”
Arin pointed.
“Behind those trees.”
Kael smiled.
“Good.”
Five creatures emerged from the darkness.
They looked almost human.
Almost.
Their bodies were covered in black armor, their faces hidden behind silver masks. Each carried a long weapon covered with dark flames.
The Shadow King watched them calmly.
“Royal Hunters.”
Kael's grip tightened around his sword.
“They're already here.”
The first hunter stepped forward.
“By order of the Seven Thrones, the Heir must surrender.”
Arin stared at him.
“And if I refuse?”
The hunter raised his weapon.
“Then you die.”
Arin smiled faintly.
“I've heard that before.”
The hunter attacked.
He moved faster than Arin expected.
The weapon came directly toward his chest.
Arin raised his hand.
Golden light appeared.
CLANG!
The weapon stopped inches from his palm.
The hunter froze.
Arin stared at the blade.
He could feel its energy.
Dark.
Cold.
But strangely familiar.
He closed his fingers.
The weapon shattered.
The hunter stepped backward.
“What are you?”
Arin looked at him.
“I don't know yet.”
Then he punched.
A golden shockwave exploded from his fist.
The hunter flew backward and crashed through three trees.
The other four attacked simultaneously.
Kael rushed forward.
His sword created a golden arc through the darkness.
One hunter blocked it.
Another attacked from behind.
Kael turned just in time.
Steel struck steel.
Arin watched the battle.
Something inside him told him what to do.
He raised both hands.
Golden symbols appeared in the air.
One.
Two.
Three.
Then seven.
The symbols formed a circle.
Kael looked at him.
“Arin! Don't!”
“Why?”
“You don't know what that spell does!”
Arin looked at the glowing symbols.
A strange calmness filled him.
“Yes, I do.”
Kael froze.
Arin whispered,
“I remember.”
The seven symbols flashed.
A massive golden barrier appeared around them.
The Royal Hunters struck it.
Nothing happened.
The Shadow King suddenly became serious.
“Stop.”
Arin looked toward him.
The Shadow King pointed at the glowing circle.
“That is not a barrier.”
Arin's expression changed.
“What is it?”
The Shadow King answered quietly.
“A command.”
The seven symbols began spinning faster.
The entire forest fell silent.
The hunters stopped moving.
Their bodies trembled.
One by one, they lowered their weapons.
Kael stared in disbelief.
“What did you do?”
Arin didn't answer.
He was staring at the hunters.
Something was connecting them to him.
Not physically.
Through magic.
Through blood.
Through something older.
The first hunter slowly removed his mask.
His face was pale.
He looked terrified.
“The Heir…”
Arin stepped toward him.
“Who sent you?”
The hunter's lips trembled.
“The Thrones.”
“Which throne?”
The hunter looked toward the sky.
“The Golden Throne.”
Arin's heart skipped.
“The Golden Throne?”
Kael suddenly looked at the Shadow King.
The Shadow King remained silent.
Arin noticed.
“You know something.”
The Shadow King said nothing.
Arin stepped closer.
“You know who I am.”
“I know what you were.”
“Then tell me.”
The Shadow King smiled again.
But this time there was no confidence in it.
“You are asking the wrong question.”
“What is the right one?”
The Shadow King looked directly into Arin's eyes.
“Ask why they were afraid of you.”
Silence.
Arin felt the Golden Core pulse.
His chest burned.
The second symbol suddenly became brighter.
A wave of energy passed through his body.
He dropped to one knee.
Kael rushed toward him.
“Arin!”
Arin clenched his teeth.
The forest disappeared again.
This time the memory was clearer.
He was standing in a huge hall.
Seven thrones surrounded him.
Six rulers were kneeling.
One throne was empty.
A woman stood beside him.
She had silver hair and golden eyes.
She placed her hand on his head.
“You must forget.”
Young Arin looked confused.
“Why?”
“Because if you remember…”
The woman looked toward the empty throne.
“…they will kill you.”
Young Arin began crying.
“I don't want to forget.”
The woman hugged him.
“I know.”
Then the hall exploded.
Fire.
Screaming.
Darkness.
The woman pushed him through a portal.
“Run!”
The memory shattered.
Arin screamed.
Golden energy erupted from his body.
The seven symbols became fully visible.
The second symbol ignited.
Kael stepped backward.
“It's happening.”
Arin slowly stood.
His eyes were glowing gold.
“What is happening?”
Kael looked at the symbols.
“The second layer.”
The Shadow King nodded.
“Yes.”
Arin looked at him.
“What happens when it awakens?”
The Shadow King answered:
“You will remember more.”
Arin waited.
“And?”
The Shadow King's expression darkened.
“You will become stronger.”
Arin's eyes narrowed.
“That doesn't sound like a warning.”
“It is.”
The Shadow King stepped closer.
“Every layer gives you more power.”
He paused.
“But it also removes another lock from your memory.”
Arin looked at the Golden Core.
“How many layers?”
“Seven.”
“And when all seven awaken?”
The Shadow King stared at him.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he whispered,
“The Seven Realms will have to choose between kneeling before you…”
His eyes became completely black.
“…or dying with you.”
A cold wind swept through the forest.
Far above them, the seven lights began moving.
One of them suddenly turned red.
Kael looked up.
“They're coming.”
Arin looked toward the sky.
“Who?”
Kael's face became pale.
“The first army.”
The Shadow King smiled.
“Not an army.”
He looked at Arin.
“An invitation.”
Suddenly, a massive golden portal opened above the forest.
Thousands of soldiers appeared on the other side.
Their armor shone like sunlight.
At their front stood a woman wearing a golden crown.
She looked directly at Arin.
Even from miles away, he could feel her power.
Then her voice echoed across the entire forest.
“Arin, Heir of the Seven Realms.”
Arin stood still.
“You have awakened the first layer.”
The woman raised her hand.
“Now come home.”
Arin looked at Kael.
Then at the Shadow King.
Finally, he looked toward the army.
He remembered the silver-haired woman.
He remembered the burning hall.
He remembered being told to run.
And for the first time, he understood something.
He had never been running away from his destiny.
Someone had been hiding him from it.
Arin's golden eyes burned brighter.
“I don't have a home.”
The woman smiled.
“You will.”
Arin raised his hand.
The seven symbols appeared around him.
“Then I'll build my own.”
The Golden Core exploded with light.
And somewhere beyond the Seven Realms, something ancient opened its eyes.
A voice whispered through the darkness:
“The second seal has awakened.”
Then another voice answered:
“No.”
A pause.
“The Heir has awakened.”
The sky shook.
The war between the Seven Realms had begun.
And this time—
Arin was ready.