Helios Prime, the shining jewel of the universe, and home to the Nova Clan. The planet, once known for its radiant landscapes and marble palaces, now lies in utter ruin. The pristine palace floors, which once gleamed with the light of a thousand suns, are now drenched in blood, littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers and citizens alike.
Behind the majestic throne, a young boy, barely old enough to understand the war raging around him, cowers in fear. His small form trembles as the palace guards frantically search for him, their panicked voices echoing through the shattered halls.
"Find the prince! We must flee! The Emperor is at battle, but we don't have much time!"
Beyond the palace walls, the deafening sound of clashing metal reverberates for miles, as if the planet itself cries out in anguish. Helios Prime, once vibrant and alive, is now a battleground. Its once green valleys are scorched, its towering mountains reduced to rubble, and its rivers of light have been extinguished. At the center of the chaos, a lone figure stands tall—a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.
It was Emperor Nova.
He wields two ancient swords, each imbued with the power of Creation and Destruction Behind him, ethereal Ancient golden scripts, written in a forgotten tongue, form a luminous halo that hovers protectively. His eyes burn with determination, yet in his heart, he knows his home was done for.
But even as his end draws near, he stands unwavering, not for himself but for his people, his family, and his home. For Helios Prime, he must fight, for In his last battle he'll burn like an Undying flame, the flame of a thousand suns, the flame of Creation and Destruction he'll burn like a Nova.
Thousands of soldiers surround him, their faces etched with exhaustion and pain. They urge their Sovereign to retreat, to save himself.
"Sire, you must go! You are our last hope!" one pleads.
But Emperor Nova's heart could not bear to watch them sacrifice themselves for him. He looks upon them, his people—his family—and knows that his place is here, in the heart of battle.
With a steady hand, he raises his Dark blade, and in that moment, his aura expands, sweeping across the battlefield like the biting chill of a winter wind. Quietness fell over the battlefield, as the enemies felt the weight of his presence. Then, as if summoned by his will alone, five figures appeared behind him.
The Shadowed Knights, clad in black armor, their cloaks billowing in the wind. These were not ordinary soldiers—each knight was a force unto themselves. Masters of their own domains. They had sworn a sacred oath long ago: to live with their Sovereign and to die with their home.
As one, they all shouted, their voices resonating with power and conviction.
""If this is truly the end of Helios, then how can we stand idly by and watch?" The Shadowed Knights stood resolute behind their Sovereign, their voices a thunderous oath that shook the heavens. Their blades gleamed with the light of defiance, their armor bearing the scars of countless battles. As the embers of their dying world smoldered around them, they did not waver, for they were the last bastion of Helios—the unwavering shield, the unyielding sword. With one final stand, they would carve their legend into the annals of eternity.
The oath spread like wildfire through the ranks. From the furthest reaches of the battlefield, soldiers raised their weapons to the sky, their cries echoing across the ruined land.
"For Helios! For the Dawn! We rise, we fight, we burn eternal—for we are Nova!"
Hundreds, thousands, and then millions of soldiers—men, women, old and young—took up the chant. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the air crackled with their collective will. Emperor Nova felt a surge of pride, a bittersweet ache in his chest. This was his legacy. This was his people.
But now, he had to make his final stand.
He turned to his knights and his army, his voice rising above the din of battle, each word carrying the weight of a thousand years of history.
"My brothers, my sisters! We stand at the edge of eternity, a precipice between life and oblivion. This day, the winds of war howl in defiance of our future, but we are not afraid! We do not kneel to fear, nor do we yield to tyranny! Our enemies come not to defeat us, but to erase us! To wipe away our history, our legacy, our very existence! But they will find only ashes where they hoped to claim victory!"
He raised his swords higher, and the golden halo behind him blazed brighter.
"Look around you! The blood of our ancestors courses through your veins! Their strength, their courage, their will—they are with us! This battle is not for me, not for one man, but for every child born of Helios Prime, for every dream yet to be realized, and for every star that still burns in the heavens above! We fight for the future, we fight for each other, and we fight so that the light of Helios Prime will never be extinguished!"
The soldiers cheered, their spirits soaring.
"They may have numbers, they may have might, but they do not have what we have! We are bound by blood, by honor, by our love for this world! Let them come with their armies, their legions, their armadas! They will not break us! We will stand as one, and together, we will make our final stand!"
Emperor Nova's voice dropped to a grave whisper, yet it carried across the battlefield, heard by every ear.
When the scribes etch the tale of this day into the annals of history, it shall not speak of our defeat—it will roar!!!!!! of our defiance and the birth of a new dawn! Let them come, let them face us, for we are the Dawn, and no darkness can stand before the light!
We shall carve fear so deep into their souls that the mere whisper of our name will shatter their resolve. Let them know terror beyond anything they have ever known.
As Emperor Nova's final words echoed across the battlefield, the very ground trembled, the planet's essence surging forth in a final blessing. The sons and daughters of Helios stood upon their once-majestic plains, their bodies ablaze with celestial fire, their spirits entwined with the soul of their dying home world. This was their last stand, their final act of defiance—and they would make the stars remember.
The army roared, their voices shaking the heavens. The Emperor turned to his knights, his most trusted warriors, his friends.
"My brothers, my sisters—stand tall, fight true. Today, we do not merely battle… today, we become legends!"
And with that, the battle resumed, fiercer and more desperate than before. Emperor Nova stood at the heart of it all, his twin swords blazing with power, his knights at his side. Though he knew the end was near, he also knew that this was not the end of the Helios bloodline.
As the sun set upon Helios Prime, the once-glorious home of Emperor Nova, the world seemed to bleed alongside its Sovereign. Those who witnessed the battle spoke of the death of a star. For seven days and nights, the sky remained dark, as though the very sun itself had fallen from grace. Yet, in the void of light, there was one thing that shone—a golden ethereal light. It hovered above the battlefield, where Emperor Nova stood, its brilliance refusing to fade even as blood soaked the once-beautiful marble of Helios.
The light was hope, a testament to the Emperor's will and sacrifice. And though the people could no longer see the sun, they clung to that golden glow, whispering tales of an Emperor who fought the heavens and earth for his people. It was said that during those seven dark days, the emperor's radiance reached across the planet, reminding those who still lived that even in death, he had not abandoned them.
On the dawn of the eighth day, silence fell.
The battlefield was a graveyard. Millions of soldiers lay dead, their bodies strewn across the landscape like fallen leaves. Blood ran in rivers, and the stench of decay clung to the air. Emperor Nova stood among them, a living monument to the devastation. His left arm had been severed, his body impaled by spears and blades, yet he stood tall—unbroken. Of the five Shadowed Knights who had fought by his side, only one remained.
Nemo.
The Emperor's breath was labored, his steps heavy. Yet his presence still exuded the aura of a Sovereign, an aura that gave strength to even the weakest of hearts.
"Take me to the palace," Emperor Nova whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with command.
Nemo, the last of the Guardian Knights, nodded solemnly, knowing that the end was near. With enemies still on their heels, the two made their way through the blood-soaked ruins of the city. The Emperor knew that nearly all his citizens had been evacuated, but there was still one task left. As he entered the once-great throne room, his heart tightened—he could feel his son's presence.
His voice echoed through the shattered hall, both a call and a farewell. "Come here, my son."
From behind the debris, a young boy emerged—his eyes wide with terror and confusion. He ran towards his father, only to stop as he saw the state of the Emperor. Bloodied, broken, and near death, Nova smiled softly at the boy.
"I wish you did not have to see me like this, my son," the Emperor whispered. His hand, trembling from exhaustion, reached out to caress the boy's head. "But sometimes... the greatest duty of a king is to endure." Said Emperor Nova as he sat on his broken Throne.
With that,Nemo began to cast a spell—his hands weaving ancient symbols in the air. The spell was meant to erase the prince's memory, to spare him the pain of this day and send him through a space bridge to safety, far from the destruction of Helios.
But before he could finish, a wave of enemies charged into the throne room.
Nemo, without hesitation, threw himself between the prince and the attackers. "Go, my prince!" he shouted, pushing the boy through the space bridge. The portal flickered as the young prince disappeared, the boy's confused cries vanishing into the void.
The Emperor, seeing his son's safety, gathered his last reserves of strength. With his breath coming in ragged gasps, he began to chant an incantation.
It was the Emperor's final spell, one that would call forth the souls of the fallen to rise and fight once more. As his voice rang out, the spell began to take shape. From the battlefield outside, the dead soldiers of Helios stirred. Their ethereal bodies rose, shimmering with a golden light. Their souls burned with the light of Dawn, their loyalty to their Emperor eternal. For a moment, it seemed as if the battle might begin anew, with the dead themselves rising to defend their home.
But halfway through the incantation, the Emperor faltered.
His vision blurred, and the weight of his wounds bore down on him. His body, already broken, could no longer sustain the power of the spell. The golden glow began to flicker, and the rising soldiers paused in their march.
Nemo, watching in horror, knew that his Sovereign had given everything—there was nothing left for the Emperor to give. And then, like a flame snuffed out, the light behind the Emperor's eyes faded. The spell crumbled into nothingness, and the Emperor of Helios collapsed.
He had fallen. Helios was no more.
Nemo, now the last of the Emperor's loyal knights, could only watch as his Sovereign, his friend, and his home succumbed to the darkness. His heart ached with the weight of a thousand lifetimes, but he knew that there was no time for grief. The enemies, sensing victory, advanced with renewed fervor.
In the aftermath, the battlefield lay silent. Out of the ten great houses that had invaded Helios, only six had survived. The rest had been annihilated, their forces crushed by the ferocity of the Heliosian defense. The remaining houses fled, but the damage was done.
The Empire of Helios, once a beacon of light in the Universe , had fallen. Its ruler lay dead, its armies reduced to dust. But even in death, Emperor Nova's sacrifice would be remembered for generations.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, the young prince (Elias Nova) found himself trapped in a surreal world of blinding lights and sterile halls. Each time he regained awareness, the questions echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain: Who am I? Where am I?
His memories were fragmented, distorted by the relentless onslaught of experiments and tests performed on him by faceless captors. Sometimes he felt the pain acutely, every nerve screaming in protest. Other times, it was as if he existed in a numbed haze, detached from his own suffering.
The only constant was the relentless cycle of captivity and training. In moments of clarity, Elias found himself subjected to rigorous hand-to-hand combat drills, honing his skills with each grueling session. But amidst the physical exertion, the existential crisis loomed larger than ever: Who was he, and what purpose did his captors have for him?
As he lay in the white void, wrestling with the fragments of his identity, Elias couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his existence than the confines of his sterile prison.
Amidst the ceaseless drills and grueling training sessions, Elias felt as though he was drowning in a sea of exhaustion and despair. Day after day, he pushed his body to its limits, each new injury a testament to the harsh reality of his existence.
But amidst the bleakness, a glimmer of recognition sparked within him at the words of the female scientist. Among the countless children brought to this place, he alone had survived. It was a cruel distinction, a reminder of the trials he had endured and the resilience that burned within him, even in the darkest of times.
As he struggled to catch his breath between bouts of training, Elias clung to that glimmer of hope, a beacon of light in the suffocating darkness of his reality. Perhaps, amidst the pain and the uncertainty, there was still a chance for him to carve out a path of his own, to defy the odds and reclaim his lost identity.
Amidst the sterile walls of the facility, the female scientist watched over Elias with a mixture of remorse and simmering anger. Her once bright eyes, now dulled by years of complicity in the horrors unfolding before her, betrayed the weight of her conscience.
As she tended to Elias's wounds, her hands shook with a mixture of sorrow and frustration. "I never wanted any of this," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of machinery. "These experiments, these tests—they were never meant to harm. They were meant to free you, to unlock the potential buried within your soul."
Her words hung heavy in the air, a silent plea for forgiveness from a boy who had known nothing but suffering at her hands. With each bandage she applied, each word she whispered in the darkness of the night, she vowed to do whatever it took to right the wrongs of the past, to give Elias the chance at a future stolen from him by forces beyond his control.
But as she gazed into his eyes, haunted by the ghosts of a thousand lost dreams, she knew that redemption would not come easily. The road ahead was fraught with peril and uncertainty, a path littered with the shattered remnants of innocence and hope. And yet, amidst the ruins, a glimmer of determination flickered within her heart—a resolve to defy fate and carve out a new destiny, not just for Elias, but for all those who had been forsaken by the cruelty of the world.
As the chaos unfolded around them, the scientist's resolve solidified into action. With a steely determination, she whisked Elias away from the clutches of the facility, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as they raced towards freedom.
Under the cover of dawn's first light, they made their daring escape, slipping through the cracks in the facility's defenses like shadows in the night. With each guard they encountered, the scientist's movements were swift and precise, her blade flashing in the darkness before vanishing without a trace.
As they paused to catch their breath in the cool morning air, the scientist's words cut through the silence like a knife. "I'm sorry, kid," she murmured, her voice heavy with regret. "You shouldn't have had to witness that. But now, we have a chance to make things right—to escape from this nightmare once and for all."
Elias's heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement as he nodded in agreement. With the scientist by his side, he felt a flicker of hope ignite within him—a beacon of light in the darkness of their uncertain future. "Let's do it," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Let's escape from here, together."
They delved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the facility, the scientist's movements grew increasingly labored, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep pace with Elias. Blood seeped from a wound on her side, staining her lab coat crimson, a grim testament to the danger that lurked around every corner.
With each passing moment, their pursuers drew closer, their footsteps echoing ominously in the darkness. Desperation gnawed at Elias's heart as he watched the scientist falter, her strength waning with each step. But even in the face of impending doom, she refused to yield, her eyes burning with a fierce determination to see Elias to safety.
As they rounded a corner, the scientist's hand closed around something small and shimmering—a pearl, its surface glinting in the dim light. With a trembling hand, she pressed it into Elias's palm, her voice barely a whisper as she imparted her final words of wisdom.
"Take this," she urged, her voice strained with pain. "It will protect you, no matter what. Keep it safe, Elias, and never forget that you are stronger than you know."
With a sense of reverence, Elias swallowed the pearl, feeling its cool surface slide down his throat like a lifeline in the darkness.
With her remaining strength she tore a portal as the last means to save Elias. Before she passed out.
But the portal was unstable, As the chaos of the collapsing portal enveloped them, Elias's instincts kicked into overdrive. With a strength born of desperation, he dragged the unconscious scientist towards the swirling vortex, his mind racing with a single, primal thought: escape.
With a final burst of effort, Elias stumbled through the portal's threshold, the world around him blurring into a kaleidoscope of color and light. And then, with a deafening roar, the portal collapsed in on itself, tearing through the fabric of reality and hurling Elias and the scientist in opposite directions.
As he emerged on the other side, disoriented and battered but miraculously alive, Elias found himself clutching a small object in his hand—a pendent, bearing the name "Victoria Lore." It was a name he had never heard before, yet something about it stirred a flicker of recognition deep within him.
Focusing on the pendent, Elias's eyes narrowed as he deciphered the code etched onto its surface—a series of numbers and symbols, cryptic yet somehow familiar. And as he committed the name and code to memory, a sense of purpose burned within him—a determination to uncover the truth behind Victoria Lore's identity and the role she played in his journey from captivity to freedom.
As Elias clutched the pendent in his hand, he noticed a subtle hum emanating from its surface—a faint vibration that seemed to pulse with hidden energy. Curiosity piqued, he pressed his thumb against the pendent, triggering a sequence of lights that danced across its sleek surface.
To his amazement, the pendent transformed before his eyes, shimmering with an ethereal glow as a holographic display flickered to life. The image of Victoria Lore appeared, her face etched with a mixture of determination and sorrow.
"This is Dr. Victoria Lore," her voice began, resonating with a calm authority despite the turmoil in her eyes. "If you're seeing this, it means our plan succeeded, and you've managed to escape. The information I'm about to share is crucial to understanding who you are and the purpose behind the experiments conducted on you."
Elias watched intently as the recording continued, revealing a series of complex diagrams and data points. "Your name is Elias," Victoria said, her gaze locking onto the camera with an intensity that made Elias's heart race. "You are the last survivor of the chaos Experiment. We sought to harness the power of the Chaos Beast by infusing its cells into children, hoping to create beings capable of extraordinary feats."
She paused, her expression softening with regret. "The experiments were...inhumane. Countless children perished, unable to withstand the transformation. But you, Elias, you're special, the last surviving child of the Chaos Experiments. The power within you is immense, but so is the burden. You must learn to control it, to use it wisely."
The recording ended abruptly, leaving Elias in stunned silence. His mind reeled from the revelation, the weight of his identity pressing down on him like a physical force. He was but a nameless orphan, but Elias —the last remnant of a harrowing experiment, carrying within him the potent and unpredictable cells of the Chaos Beast.
Clutching the pendent, Elias felt a newfound sense of purpose ignite within him. The road ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger and unknown challenges, but he was determined to uncover the full extent of his powers and the truth behind the Chaos Experiment. And with Victoria Lore's memory guiding him, he vowed to forge a future shaped not by the horrors of his past, but by the strength and resilience he now knew he possessed.
After the message ended Elias took in the scenery around him as he began to call out Victoria's name in a Whisper.
For days, Elias wandered through the dense, jungle-like terrain, his voice hoarse from calling out Victoria's name. The trees towered above him like silent sentinels, their canopies so high they seemed to touch the sky. The foliage was thick and alien, with vibrant colors and strange, bioluminescent plants that glowed in the dim light.
Each day, Elias's hope dwindled a little more, his calls growing fainter as exhaustion took its toll. His body was battered and bruised from the relentless trek, his mind a blur of fatigue and despair. Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon on the third day, Elias's strength gave out, and he collapsed to the forest floor, his mind going blank as darkness enveloped him.
As he lay there, unconscious and vulnerable, a strange figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and enigmatic, the figure hovered over Elias, observing him with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Their features were obscured by the dim light, but their presence was unmistakably otherworldly.
The figure knelt beside Elias, gently touching his forehead. A soft, warm light emanated from their hand, enveloping Elias in a soothing glow. Slowly, the figure began to speak in a language that was both alien and strangely familiar, their voice resonating with a melodic, calming quality.
"Rest, young one," the figure murmured. "You are safe now."
With that, the figure lifted Elias with ease, cradling him in their arms as they began to walk deeper into the forest. The bioluminescent plants illuminated their path, casting an ethereal light on the scene as they carried Elias towards an unknown destination, a place where he might finally find answers and the help he so desperately needed.