Strenge page
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The room felt unusually quiet afterward.
Shesha looked toward Algar softly.
"This is your final decision… right, father?"
Algar nodded slowly.
"Yes."
For several seconds—
Shesha simply stared at him.
Then suddenly—
She smiled innocently.
A warm smile.
"Very well, father."
"I trust you."
"And I'll do whatever you say."
Light silently looked away.
Grey clenched his fists tightly.
The two brothers immediately began arguing with Algar afterward.
Why trust that man?
Why send Shesha away?
What if the Jepstin Family was dangerous?
But patiently—
Algar explained everything.
About opportunity.
About future.
About reality.
And eventually…
The boys understood.
At least logically.
Yet suspicion toward Arthold remained deeply inside them.
Especially within Grey.
Later that night—
After everyone had gone silent—
Algar sat alone beneath the weak candlelight.
His eyes slowly moved toward Light and Grey sleeping nearby.
Then a strange thought crossed his mind.
How…
How could children this young understand things so deeply?
Their eyes.
Their words.
None of it felt normal for three-year-old children.
Algar slowly closed his eyes.
Because for the very first time—
He felt something strange.
Not fear.
Somthing more than glad.
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The morning sun slowly rose above the towering Versetil Mountains, bathing the distant lands of the Elestain Kingdom in golden light.
A gentle breeze drifted across the grassy plains outside Guram Village.
Children laughed.
They chased each other through the fields without a care in the world.
Some played with wooden swords.
Some threw stones into the nearby river.
Others simply enjoyed another peaceful morning.
Among them sat a boy who seemed completely out of place.
Light Vanhard.
Unlike the other children, he had no interest in games.
No interest in chasing excitement.
His silver eyes remained fixed upon a strange object resting in his hands.
A page.
An old curved page made from an unknown material.
He had found it days ago within a pile of discarded junk near the village marketplace.
At first glance, it appeared ordinary.
But every time Light looked at it—
The symbols engraved upon its surface seemed to change.
As though they were alive.
As though they were waiting.
Watching.
Light narrowed his eyes.
Again.
The strange symbols shifted slightly.
His curiosity immediately grew.
"Interesting."
He carefully extended his finger toward the page.
The moment his skin touched the surface—
CRACK!
A white spark exploded from the page.
"Agh!"
Pain shot through his finger.
The page erupted with blinding light.
Before Light could react—
His vision turned white.
Everything disappeared.
The sky.
The grass.
The world itself.
And then—
Darkness.
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Light slowly opened his eyes.
Silence greeted him.
An endless silence.
He stood within a vast white domain stretching infinitely in every direction.
No sky.
No ground.
No sun.
No stars.
Only endless white.
Cracks spread throughout the empty world like shattered glass.
Each c***k seemed capable of splitting reality itself.
Light looked beet worried.
But he put fear and worries in side
Instead—
He get curious.
Then—
A voice echoed throughout the shattered domain.
Ancient.
Cold.
Absolute.
A voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once.
The cracks trembled violently.
The white world shook.
Then the voice spoke.
> "Holder of Law has been decided."
Silence followed.
The cracks widened further.
The entire domain trembled.
Then the voice spoke again.
> "Main : give authority to law and let fate follow the law."
BOOOOOOM.
The shattered world exploded into motion.
Countless white fragments floated through the endless void.
Light's eyes narrowed.
For the first time—
Something felt strange.
Like denger,
And significant.
As though history itself had just shifted.
Then suddenly—
A new sound echoed.
CLACK.
CLACK.
CLACK.
Something was approaching.
From the endless white horizon—
A strange object slowly floated toward him.
It resembled a wooden plank.
Yet no wood in existence could possess such beauty.
Its surface was transparent.
The object slowly stopped before Light.
Then—
A line of golden text appeared.
One word at a time.
As though reality itself was writing.
The symbols formed a sentence.
> "You have been chosen."
The white domain trembled.
The floating plank glowed brighter.
More words appeared.
This time—
The message felt heavier.
Older.
Far more important.
> "Will you accept the inheritance of the Law?"
For the first time—
Light became interested.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
And somewhere beyond mortal understanding—
Something smiled back.
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