The Fall of the Super-Sorcery Kingdom
Until a few weeks ago, the Super-Sorcery Kingdom stood as one of the greatest and most powerful magical kingdoms in the world. It was a land of ancient power, where majestic towers reached into the sky, glittering with magical light. The streets were alive with vibrant markets, where enchanted items and rare magical artifacts were traded. The kingdom was protected by a formidable army of skilled sorcerers, and its King of Sorcery was known as one of the most powerful wizards in history.
But all that came to an end in an instant when Guy Crimson, the Primordial of Red, was summoned. Born during the dawn of time, before the creation of heaven and earth, Guy Crimson was one of the demonic counterparts to the Seven Angels of Origin, having split from the Great Holy Spirit of Darkness. He was the first of the Primordials, reigning as the king of the Daemon Realm, and he considered even the other Primordials to be mere dependents. Over time, he was challenged by Bleu and Vert, who sought to overthrow him, but he easily defeated them, only to learn that the Primordials were immortal—no matter how crushed they were, they would resurrect at the victor's command. This realization led to a stalemate among the remaining four Primordials.
After centuries of dominance and warfare, Guy Crimson was summoned to the Central World by Emperor Jahil, the High Human Emperor of the Super-Magic Empire. He was summoned as an archdaemon and tasked with destroying a hostile enemy kingdom. Using the bodies of a million fallen souls, Guy Crimson incarnated, ascending to the rank of a true Demon Lord. He was granted unimaginable power, and after defeating his enemies, he summoned Primordial Vert and Primordial Bleu, commanding them to slaughter Jahil and the entire Super-Magic Empire. His orders were clear—mass destruction magic was to be avoided to prolong the suffering of the people.
As Guy Crimson destroyed his enemies and obliterated everything in his path, he found the cries of their doomed pleas to be sweet music to his ears. It was then, after his victorious campaign, that he declared his name to the world—Guy Crimson, a title he chose for himself after the fall of the enemy kingdom. His actions were not just of conquest; they were a declaration of his supremacy, as he relished the agony and destruction he brought.
Following the fall of the Super-Magic Empire, Guy Crimson renamed Primordial Vert and Primordial Bleu as Rain and Misery, reflecting the sorrow and destruction they brought wherever they went. They became his loyal companions, forever tied to the misery and bloodshed that he spread across the lands.
Now, in the aftermath of the Super-Sorcery Kingdom, what was once a thriving and prosperous land was nothing but ruins. The magnificent towers that once glittered in the sky now lay in ruin, their foundations shattered by the relentless assault. The streets, once filled with life, now echoed with the silence of death. The magical aura that once protected the kingdom had faded, replaced by an oppressive darkness that hung over the land like a shroud.
Where once the people of the kingdom lived in peace and prosperity, now there was only devastation. The Primordials, Rain and Misery, followed Guy Crimson's orders to ensure no trace of resistance remained, ensuring that no one survived to witness the true extent of his wrath.
With the fall of the Super-Sorcery Kingdom, the skies that were once illuminated by the kingdom's magical power were now darkened, filled only with the shadows of destruction. The winds that swept through the kingdom no longer carried the sound of life, but rather the cold whispers of death.
Once a beacon of hope and prosperity, the Super-Sorcery Kingdom had been reduced to nothing more than a memory, a reminder of the power of Guy Crimson, the Primordial of Red, and the rain of misery and blood that followed in his wake. It was a kingdom wiped from existence, not by force alone, but by the sheer will of a being who reveled in the despair he left behind.
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Akira and Honoka's Training
On a sunny day, Akira and his team decided it was time to organize training for Honoka. It had been a long time since they joined this world, and they needed to ensure every member of the group was ready to face the challenges ahead.
"Today, you'll undergo special training, Honoka," said Akira, standing beside Velgrynd and Velzard, who were preparing to oversee the session.
"I'm ready!" Honoka replied enthusiastically, though her heart pounded fiercely. She knew training under these powerful figures wouldn't be easy, but she was prepared for the challenge.
Velgrynd grinned widely, as if she'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. "The goal is for you to learn how to use your power more balanced. Don't rush—you need to feel the strength within you."
As Velgrynd spoke, Velzard observed from a distance, her eyes scrutinizing Honoka's every move. She had her own training style—strict when it came to fundamentals.
"Before we begin, let me show you how to control your energy," Velzard said calmly, though her words carried deep wisdom. "Don't let your emotions dictate your power. True strength comes when you master yourself first."
Honoka took a deep breath, steadying her focus. She moved her hands slowly, trying to clear her heart of distracting emotions and sense the flow of energy within her.
"Good, but remember—this isn't just about power, but harmony," Velgrynd said eagerly. "True magic comes from the connection between you and the world around you. Don't just wield your power as a tool—make it a part of you."
Honoka smiled as she felt her magic begin to stabilize within her body. "I think I understand now."
As the hours passed, the training grew more intense. Her body adapted to using her power with greater precision, but her mind wasn't always at the same level. There were moments of confusion, where she repeated attempts again and again, but gradually, the sense of balance in her energy deepened—and with it, her control.
"Excellent, but you still need to work on synchronizing your mind with your energy," Velzard remarked, watching Honoka's every move carefully. "Your body can move instinctively, but your mind must be prepared for every action."
"Understood. I'll focus on that," Honoka said with renewed determination, integrating the new advice into her exercises.
After several hours of rigorous training, the sun began to dip toward the horizon. The tension in the air had eased slightly as everyone settled into the rhythm, but challenges still arose.
Yet the training wasn't all serious. Amidst the intensity, there were lighthearted moments. Once, as Honoka tried to focus her energy, she was suddenly struck by an unexpected magical orb launched by Velgrynd.
"Ah!" Honoka yelped, barely dodging it, making everyone burst into laughter. "What was that?!"
Velgrynd laughed loudly. "I wanted to test your reflexes. Magic isn't always under control—sometimes, you must be ready for the unexpected."
"Well, if training includes surprises like this, I can't wait to see what's next!" Honoka smirked, bracing herself for the next round.
Over time, Honoka's improvement became evident. Her skills were no longer as erratic as before—she moved with precision and focus. With each exercise, her heart raced, but she felt a growing balance between her power and her ability to wield it.
As the sun set, the group paused for a short break. Honoka panted heavily but wore a bright smile.
"You're improving quickly," Velgrynd noted, watching her closely. "You can now channel your power with more focus, but don't assume that's all there is."
Akira, standing beside them, smiled gently. "The road is still long, but you're heading in the right direction. Now, it's time to rest."
As darkness fell and stars dotted the sky, the group relaxed after the long day of training. The atmosphere was filled with warmth and ease.
But the moment was interrupted.
Three figures emerged on the horizon, approaching silently. Their shadows swayed under the faint moonlight, but their auras were so terrifying that even the air seemed to recoil from their path.
Akira stopped speaking, his sharp eyes locking onto the horizon. "Prepare yourselves," he said quietly, his voice laced with caution—as if his very soul sensed an unnatural threat.
Velgrynd stood immediately, crimson flames dancing around her body. Velzard lowered the temperature drastically, ice forming at her feet. Honoka, despite her exhaustion, stood firm beside them, raising her hands in readiness.
As the figures drew closer, their features became clear—two women and a man, each radiating a distinct, overwhelming energy.
At the forefront stood a handsome man with blood-red eyes, in which "stars of gold and silver danced." Two black stripes marked the skin beneath each eye. His wavy, flame-like hair was a deep rouge, and he stood tall at 190 cm, his beauty prideful and untouchable. He looked like one born to lead and conquer, his clothing draped loosely to reveal his muscular chest.
Behind him stood a woman in a deep-red maid outfit with blue long-sleeved gloves. She had medium-length blue hair, blue eyes, and striking beauty.
Beside her was another woman, also in a deep-red maid outfit with green long-sleeved gloves. Her long, curly green hair and emerald eyes complemented her equally mesmerizing presence.
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