Fifteen years later…
A boy sat quietly beneath an old tree.
His silver-white hair swayed gently in the wind, glowing under the soft light — like threads of moonlight caught in motion. There was an aura around him... something subtle, yet undeniably powerful. It made the air around him feel heavier, quieter.
His eyes were crimson red — sharp, glowing faintly like rubies in the shadows. They didn't just look; they observed. They remembered.
He wore a dark, elegant cloak — black with faint silver patterns embroidered near the edges. Beneath it, a fitted tunic hugged his frame, and his boots, clean and worn from travel, rested against the tree's roots. His posture was relaxed, but his presence was anything but ordinary.
> "Even now... nothing's changed," he murmured to himself.
The view in front of him was vast — open skies, trading routes far in the distance, the same winds, the same mountains.
> "In my past life too... I used to sit here. To think. To breathe."
> "My name now... is Aurel Elenor."
But deep within… that wasn't all.
> "I'm still Vaen Solgrave — the Fang Master King of Loftus."
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The kingdom he now lived in was called Floron — the very heart of the Seven Kingdoms. A kingdom bustling with trade, gold, alliances, and power.
But once… this land was something else.
> "This used to be Loftus... My kingdom. My soil."
He was born of Kani Elenor, the sixth queen.
Some called him the First Prince of Elenor — not because of bloodline order, but because of legacy. A name that held hidden weight.
The king — his "father" — was none other than Elvarion Veiss, the man who once bathed the Elenor palace in blood and claimed the throne through war and marriage.
> "He slaughtered the Elenor bloodline, then married Queen Kani to make his conquest 'legitimate'."
> "That's how kings are made in this world."
> "Nothing's changed."
> "Conquer the land. Kill its rulers. Marry its princess. Own it all."
Some things… never change.
.
There was silence in the air… but inside me, a strange unrest.
> "In this world, power follows only one rule —
Power is never free."
I picked up a handful of soil…
and kept tracing circles with my fingers as my thoughts wandered.
> "There are two kinds of power here…
The first — Inner Power, what we call Soul Force."
It's the kind that flows from within —
a force deeply connected to the roots of your soul.
Every person has their own unique flow, like living roots spread through the body.
> "Soul Force is what allows us to form contracts with Fangs.
And when a Fang becomes yours…
You gain its abilities, its senses, its instincts…"
But with that, comes a risk.
> "If the Fang dies...
Its pain strikes directly at your soul."
Some people remain alive…
but shatter completely on the inside.
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> "The second kind is Outer Power, which we call Aura."
Aura doesn't come from within —
you absorb it from the world around you:
the sky, the earth, the wind…
> "Through cultivation, through training, through pain —
you fill your body with Aura.
Whether it's to strengthen your muscles, sharpen your senses…
or form an invisible shield — Aura does it all."
It can boost your attack, your defense, your speed…
And yet…
something always feels incomplete.
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And when both powers come together… that's when Magic is born.
> "The real game begins when someone learns to control both —
Soul and Aura — at the same time."
> "That's when Magic is born."
Magic… is a lost art.
Something few are ever capable of.
> "Those who master both can cast spells…
bend elements to their will…
rewrite the very fabric of combat."
But surviving that path…
is nearly impossible.
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🏯 The Magic Tower — The Ninth Kingdom
> "Magic users never took part in any war.
They built a single tower — Arcanis.
It may be small…
but no kingdom can survive without them."
Every kingdom depends on their potions and spells.
No one even dares to attack them.
> "And that's why — without a king, without an army —
they became the Ninth Kingdom."
> "The smallest… but the most powerful."
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I tossed the soil from my hand into the wind.
> "So remember…
Soul Force is the mirror of your soul.
Aura is your weapon.
And Magic… is the force that moves everything from behind the curtain."
Fangs — Mysterious Creatures from an Unknown World
> "Fangs… are creatures whose origins are still unknown to this world."
It is said that these Fangs are found deep inside the oldest, most mysterious dungeons.
But they're not just wild monsters hiding in corners —
they are sealed inside crystals, ancient and glowing with power.
And breaking those seals... isn't something just anyone can do.
> "Only one thing can shatter those seals — a person's Soul Power."
When someone uses their Soul Power to break the seal,
the Fang forms a contract with them at that very moment.
And once that bond is made,
the user can access the Fang's abilities, senses, and sometimes... even its instinct.
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But every Fang is different.
Some are tiny — like a snake made of mist...
Others are massive — one step and the ground trembles.
Some are masters of poison,
others command fire, healing, or illusion.
> "A single dungeon can hold multiple Fangs...
and each one hides a different world inside itself."
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🔥 Fang Rarity — The 7 Main Types
Fangs are classified by their power and rarity into seven tiers:
1. Normal – Basic-level Fangs. Weak but useful for early training.
2. Common – Slightly stronger. Good for beginners.
3. Uncommon – Rare to find. Carries some unique traits.
4. Unique – Often only one in an entire dungeon. Their powers are unusual and deadly.
5. Mythical – Spoken of in legends. Sighting one is considered a miracle.
6. Legendary – Documented in kingdom records. Powerful, but dangerous to handle.
7. Divine – The rarest. Forming a contract always comes with a sacrifice.
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Special Types — Shadow and Unseen Fangs
> "But some Fangs… don't follow any rule."
They are called:
Shadow Fangs –
They form contracts but never reveal their true form.
Once their job is done, they vanish forever.
Unseen Fangs –
Cannot be seen, sensed, or tracked.
They activate only when the user has crossed the edge of life and death —
when their very existence fades away.
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> "Fangs are not just weapons of power —
they are ancient gates to a forgotten world...
and not everyone is worthy of opening them."
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Why did the king call him... after 15 long years?"
"Is everything really the same as before... or has something changed beneath the surface?"
> [Author's Note: These aren't part of the dialogue. They're reflective questions meant to stir curiosity — a hint that something deeper is waiting to be revealed.]
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