Rain tapped against the glass walls of Black Tower - a monolith of steel and spirit crystal that pierced the clouds above Axis City. In its highest chamber, silence reigned, broken only by the hum of spirit detectors and the shallow breathing of a boy lying unconscious in the center of a glowing ritual array.
Lucas Black
Sixteen years old. Only son of the Black Group's patriarch. Heir to a multi-trillion credit empire - and now, the most anticipated awakening in decades.
Outside the chamber, guards stood at attention.
Inside, Lucas's parents watched in tense silence. His father, Reinhardt Black, held the sheathed Hyorinmaru, his soul weapon - a majestic ice-forged sword with a cold aura that chilled the air. Beside him, Lady Elira, a graceful woman with jade-green eyes, had summoned her Verdant Willow, a glowing spirit of vines and light.
The soul awakening had begun.
Suddenly, the array flared with golden light. Then - two beams erupted from Lucas's body: one a blazing sun of black fire, the other a howling storm shaped like a silver wolf.
The detectors shattered.
The room shook.
Then came the voice - ancient, divine, echoing from the very fabric of the world:
The Flame of Amaterasu. The Soul of Fenrir. Twin divinities... incarnated in mortal flesh."
Reinhardt's eyes widened. Elira gasped.
"Dual... Ten-Star Spirits?" a Black family elder whispered.
Lucas's eyes snapped open - burning crimson on one side, icy silver on the other. Flames danced around him as the wolf's silhouette howled at the heavens.
Ten minutes later...
Lucas sat, breathing heavily, the power inside him barely restrained.
"I feel... everything," he said, voice trembling. "The fire wants to devour. The wolf wants to run wild."
His father placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're no longer a boy, Lucas. You are a storm waiting to break loose."
"But why two spirits?" Lucas asked. "Is that... normal?"
Reinhardt shook his head. "You are the first in human history."
Meanwhile, across the continent...
In a floating palace within the Celestial Realm, a golden-robed emperor frowned as he gazed into divination mirror.
"The Black Flame... has returned. And with it... Fenrir."
A demon lord stirred in the Abyss, licking his lips. "So, the vessel has awakened."
And deep within the Elven Forest, an elder muttered, "The war of stars... is upon us once more."
Back at Black Tower
Lucas stood before the balcony, watching the horizon.
"Father... what's beyond Axis City?"
Reinhardt smirked. "Monsters. Dungeons. Wars. And the four great races waiting to see if you're threat or pawn."
Lucas clenched his fists. "Then I'll show them... I'm neither."
"I'm Lucas Black - the one who'll become a demigod, and rewrite the fate of this world."