Five months passed since the Septets had seized the Staff of Oblivion and since Remael’s revelation had shattered their understanding of Remiel’s bloodline. The Elder Gods, though shaken, chose not to probe further. At last, they understood why the first “tamer” of Drakhael had vanished without a trace — why that burden had always been a dangerous mystery.
The Septet had dispersed once more, each member training with renewed fervor, preparing for the moment when the next relic would surface.
Remiel, though haunted by unanswered questions about his father and the monster he had birthed, refused to drown himself in doubts. Instead, he turned his focus inward. He trained relentlessly, summoning Emriel and Remael at will from his shadows, crossing blades and powers with them until his body a
