Chapter 36: Legacy of Darkness and Light

  The night was heavy, the silence of the warm wooden study broken only by the soft glow of floating blue crystals. Nadia, Hasyalys, Elian, and Elira circled an ancient map of the world, while Elian’s hands orchestrated fragments of memory and historical documents, weaving them into a living tapestry of the past.

  “Valdira… the mysterious adversary. She isn’t merely a dark mage or a corrupted scientist. She carries the bloodline of two supreme powers,” Elian said deliberately, his eyes tracing the map now marked with cryptic symbols—a fusion of ancient runes and emblems from worlds beyond.

  “Evelyn… the first Dark Queen… she arrived from another realm, through a portal forged by an ancient sage,” Elira added, her voice quivering with awe and hidden fear.

  “She was never a conqueror. She was a tool—a living instrument of the sage, shaping politics across worlds to maintain balance,” Elian continued, his gaze sharp with elven wisdom.

  Elira drew in a slow breath. “But Evelyn… she evolved. Became an entity in her own right, bending the sage’s power to her will. And Valdira… is the child of both.”

  The room fell into a weighty silence.

  Elian snapped his fingers, and a hologram flickered into life: Evelyn, her blood-red wings spreading beside a silver-haired sage in white robes, their infant daughter at their feet—a baby with black hair and violet eyes: Valdira.

  “She inherited the highest magic and the darkest technology. She crafted the Syavadark engines, and dimensional portals only intelligible to otherworldly beings,” Elira said, her voice heavy with gravity.

  “But… why now? Why does she rise again?” Nadia asked, her tone tense with unease.

  Elian’s eyes glinted with a quiet storm. “Because the legacy is incomplete. Valdira seeks the fragments of Evelyn’s soul trapped across realms. And if she succeeds… the world will be rewritten according to her will—a new order forged in darkness and fire.”

  The air seemed to thrum with anticipation. Outside, the sky rumbled, as if resonating with the unfolding revelation—a cosmic warning that the balance of power in Middle Wildland was about to tip.

  Every shadow in the room seemed to stretch longer, heavier, as though the past itself were leaning forward, watching the next chapter of destiny being set in motion.

  The stage was prepared. The heir of darkness and light had awoken.

  Chapter 37: Kael Adravion — Founder of Arcadora, Now Known as Seona Middle Wildland

  Long ago, when the world of Arcadora was fractured into seven warring territories over thrones and inheritance, a man arrived from another realm through an interdimensional portal—known in this world as Kael Adravion. He did not come as a hero, but as an ordinary man, accidentally drawn into a foreign multiverse by a burst of dimensional energy while conducting quantum physics research in his lab on reality Earth in Geneva.

  Kael, armed with the knowledge and intelligence of his own world, began studying magic, ancient technology, and the languages of this strange realm. Year after year, he traveled—from ancient ruins to fog-clad mountain peaks, from the ocean’s depths to abandoned sky palaces. It was there he discovered the Ancient World Artifacts—relics that Arcadora’s inhabitants could not awaken, but which responded only to him.

  With a fusion of science and sorcery, Kael began to devise his plan. He witnessed greedy kingdoms oppressing their people, rightful heirs hunted or exiled. So Kael, with wisdom and a pure heart, orchestrated a cunning scheme—to create a shared threat that would unite the world: the Portal of Darkness.

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  From this portal emerged demons, plagues, and alien creatures, becoming enemies to all corrupt kingdoms. In their fear, they sought a savior… and that savior came in the form of true heirs—young men and women Kael found, tested, and secretly trained.

  Each heir carried pure royal blood—long suppressed. With Kael’s guidance in magic, swordsmanship, and technology, they formed a league of warriors of light, overthrowing tyrannies one by one and restoring rightful heirs to their thrones.

  Yet behind every enlightenment, darkness lingered.

  One creature that slipped from the portal was a weak succubus named Evelyn. Unlike other beings, Evelyn did not kill or destroy—instead, she questioned her own existence. Kael captured her, but did not kill. He saw potential—a soul awakening from the shadows.

  Over time, Evelyn learned like a human. She learned love, kindness, and the beauty of the world. Eventually, she fell in love with Kael—and Kael with her.

  From this sacred love, Valdira was born—a child embodying perfect balance. Yet she was too perfect… harboring the potential to destroy everything.

  Kael and Evelyn realized the danger. They hid Valdira, sealing part of her original power, teaching that darkness and light were not enemies, but tools to uphold justice.

  Kael’s students ultimately restored the rightful thrones, including:

  The ancestors of Rozuieta—mothers of Zaenda, Zoelda, and Zyurella.

  The ancestors of Rayser—the father of Arven.

  Families of Liu Kei and Shao Moon—descendants of blended kung fu lineages from Kael’s top disciples Liu Long and Shao Man.

  Ancestors of Danny, Zedwan, and Lysa—descendants of Zaurath, a rogue student hidden in Eastern Arcadora or Northern Seona.

  Goddess Diana—Kael’s last surviving student, still concealing her identity to safeguard the future’s balance.

  Only after all rightful heirs accepted their kingdoms did Kael rename the world Seona Earth, marking the era of a united, rightful order.

  Back to the Present…

  Elian closed the glowing history tome.

  “That is the truth about Valdira. She is not evil because she was born of darkness, but because she chose to reject the true legacy of her parents—Kael Adravion and Evelyn the Lumina Succubus.”

  Nadia stood, gripping her robes tightly.

  “So we cannot let her continue her twisted inheritance. We are the true heirs of Kael Adravion. We must end this chain of darkness. So… Syavadark abyss is the original portal Kael opened all those years ago?”

  Elian nodded slowly, eyes still fixed on the dim glow of the ancient book.

  “Yes. Syavadark is not merely a dark site or demon’s lair, as the priests described. It is the dimensional lifeblood—the first portal Kael opened, the place where reality and darkness were first breached.”

  Nadia’s hand trembled as she touched the stone walls of the temple.

  “So… the place still exists? And Valdira might have opened it again?”

  “Not might. She has opened it, Nadia,” interjected another voice—Hasyalys, who had just teleported in after handling a sudden emergency. She carried an old map scroll, flecked with blood across her robes.

  “We’ve lost three outer border cities of Middle Wildland. Valdira’s Shadow Army emerged from underground… from Syavadark. I just returned from the battlefield alongside one of my mother’s elite vampire captains,” she said, spreading the map across the stone table.

  “She has reactivated the flow of dark energy Kael once sealed with Evelyn’s soul and love.”

  Nadia pressed her lips together.

  “And Valdira… she does not possess love like her parents. Only ambition—to prove herself superior. That is what makes her dangerous.”

  Elian’s tone was calm, yet firm:

  “She seeks godhood over this world, not guardianship. Kael and Evelyn never sought dominion. They only wanted to maintain balance—before the emergence of corrupted Viszavius… before the Syavadarkians evolved into the emperor.”

  Hasyalys spoke again:

  “And now that balance is threatened. We are no longer facing a single warlord… we face the legacy of Kael himself—a corrupted inheritance. Before Valdira perfectly unites with Syavadark’s power, we must act.”

  Nadia exhaled deeply.

  “Then… we must find the last heir, still dormant. The final heir Kael hid. We need them to seal Syavadark from within, as Evelyn once did.”

  Elian nodded, eyes sharp on the glowing tome.

  “Goddess Diana… she is still hiding something. Perhaps she alone knows the heir’s location.”

  As the light of the book dimmed, a cold wind swept through, carrying a whisper that seemed to echo from the void itself:

  “Balance will demand sacrifice. But are you willing to become the fire that burns… to illuminate and restore this world…?”