On the cover of the book, golden letters glowed—
"NOXERION — Burn To Ashes"
But right below it, something else shimmered in tiny burning letters…
words that only Jason could see:
"Those who read, will see war alive again."
The book itself looked ancient—
dark, deep brown leather, cracked as if burdened by centuries.
But through those cracks leaked a faint golden glow,
as if a fire still smoldered inside the pages.
At the center of the cover, a symbol was carved—
shaped like an eye, but in the pupil tiny runes spun slowly,
moving on their own like something alive.
A metal frame circled the book, etched with inscriptions
in a language no one could fully read—
because the letters shifted every time someone tried.
It was as if the book changed its language
to understand for readers.
When Jason walked closer, the air smelled of old paper
mixed with something unfamiliar—
maybe the scent of time,
maybe of stories long forgotten.
The moment his fingers touched the cover,
a sharp jolt struck through his hand.
His head throbbed violently—
his whole body heated up as if he was burning from the inside.
It felt like the book recognized his touch.
Suddenly a vision swallowed him—
A ruined city
A red sky
Smoke swallowing the horizon
The city was a burning graveyard.
Charred cars, overturned buses, shattered buildings
licked by raging flames.
The air was heavy with the smell of smoke, blood, and metal.
The ground trembled as if in a distant earthquake.
Human screams echoed… then dissolved into the smoke.
Broken bones scattered across the cracked earth—
shattered weapons, torn flags, burned bodies lying still.
Then a chilling roar tore through the crimson sky.
From the smoke…
it emerged.
A monster—
no, the living shape of a nightmare.
Its twisted body pulsed with veins that glowed like molten lava.
Reddish-brown skin marked with ashen spots,
its eyes foggy and hollow—
yet burning with a demonic hunger.
One arm was huge, covered with armor-like plates ending in a curved, blood-drinker's blade.
The other arm had long, black, venomous claws.
Its heavy steps made the ground tremble.
Facing it stood a group of elite guards.
Black coats.
Bright blue lining.
Silver holy emblems on their chests.
No fear in their eyes—only resolve.
Their captain shouted—
"Positions! Shields up!"
(Clashing metal echoed, thunder merged with the roar of war.)
The battle began.
A guard slashed the monster's arm with a dagger.
The captain crushed its knee with a hammer.
Blood sprayed into the smoky air.
But the monster roared—
"GRRRRAAAAH!!!"
In an instant, a wave of fire swept everything aside.
Bodies, flames, weapons—
all hurled into the air.
A guard's cheek was streaked with blood.
The arrow slipped from his trembling hand.
In his eyes—death, and the last trace of hope.
He whispered—
"It has to end… now."
The last warrior—a swordsman—
collar torn, face bleeding, eyes burning with impossible determination.
He stepped forward, raising his blade.
He charged straight into the fire—
aiming for the monster's chest.
Flames swirled like a vortex around him,
the scent of destruction filling the air.
The heartbeat grew louder—
Thump… thump… thump…
From deep inside, my—Jason's—own voice echoed:
"Where am I?
Is this a dream?
Is this the past… or the future?
I can't understand anything."
The monster's chest suddenly ignited.
Its skin darkened—
its body cracking apart.
It let out a horrific scream—
"CRRRRRAAAAAAH!!!"
The world shook violently.
Thunder.
Fire.
Smoke.
And one second later—
A devastating explosion.
Light vanished.
Fade out.
Only the sound of breathing remained.
I stood in library, stunned.
Alharin's voice whispered:
"This isn't an ordinary book.
This is a gateway to the War Realm—
a place where every page holds the memory of a battlefield.
When someone reads the book,
the words crawl out of the pages…
and the real world fades away.
The reader is pulled directly onto the battlefield—
where forgotten wars come alive again."
Each chapter showed a different era's war—
like the catastrophic battle of the ancient country of Greenary in 1930,
a war that reshaped history—
no one has ever truly seen.
Time there was fluid.
A single moment could last a century.
The souls of dead soldiers were trapped within the pages.
They relived their final moments over and over,
unable to rest until someone understood their story.
If Jason learned the true "art" of war—
that battles are not just weapons,
but choices and the fight within the mind—
only then could he unlock the next book.
"Noxerion" Book didn't just teach strategy.
It taught:
• How to control fear
• That true strength comes from compassion
• When to fight, and when to stop
• How to use power
Victory didn't always mean survival—
sometimes sacrifice was the real triumph.
Remember—
"This book won't teach you how to start wars, Jason.
It will teach you how to understand the people inside them.
When you know why people fight—
then you will know the true meaning of war."
"This isn't just a book, Jason…"
"It is a doorway to worlds.
The more you read, the deeper you enter.
But be careful— not all stories end in happiness."
Jason opened the page—
"ENTER"