The world of Eternyx never slept.
Above the shattered skies, floating continents drifted like broken promises. Below them, kingdoms burned, magic screamed, and ancient beasts stirred from forgotten nightmares.
And yet…
The world still existed.
Not because of kings.
Not because of gods.
But because of one man who chose to remain unseen.
Prince
That was the name the world would never know.
No throne.
No title.
No legend carved into history.
Prince lived between moments—saving Eternyx again and again while erasing every trace of himself.
Tonight, destiny knocked harder than ever.
The Crimson Rift
The sky above Lunaris Vale split open.
A Crimson Rift—forbidden even in demon scriptures.
From it poured creatures of pure destruction:
Demons with burning wings, abyssal beasts with eyes full of hunger, claws sharp enough to tear through reality.
The city guards fell first.
Magic shields shattered like glass.
Screams echoed through the streets.
From a shadowed rooftop, Prince watched.
His cloak fluttered in the cursed wind.
If I'm seen… the balance breaks.
His right hand glowed with Void-Aether, a lost magic erased from existence.
His left hand gripped Eclipse Fang, a blade that cut not flesh—but fate.
He stepped forward.
And the war ended before anyone knew it had begun.
The Invisible Battle
Prince moved faster than sound.
A demon general turned—
And ceased to exist.
No blood.
No body.
Just erased.
Demons vanished one after another, their deaths silent, their terror unrecorded.
To the people below, it looked like a miracle.
To Prince, it was duty.
Then—
He felt her.
Moon
An Elf Mage stood atop a collapsing tower.
Silver hair glowing under the cursed sky.
Eyes calm, but hiding fear she would never show.
Moon was chanting a sealing spell—alone.
Five abyss beasts surrounded her.
Prince's jaw tightened.
Why is she always where death walks closest?
In a blink, he appeared behind the beasts.
One strike.
Five erasures.
Moon turned.
Their eyes met.
For one heartbeat…
The world froze.
She couldn't see his face.
But she felt him.
Strength.
Pain.
Loneliness.
Their hands almost touched.
Almost.
Then—
The sky roared.
The Demon Sovereign
A massive shadow rose from the rift.
A Demon Sovereign—ancient, intelligent, smiling.
Its voice echoed directly inside Prince's mind.
"So… the Veiled Savior shows himself again."
Prince felt something he hadn't felt in centuries.
Fear.
Not for himself.
For Moon.
Moon looked at him, trust and confusion mixing in her eyes.
Prince wanted to speak.
To tell her everything.
But the sigil on his chest burned.
THE VEIL.
If the world learned his truth…
If Moon learned too soon…
Eternyx would fall.
Prince stepped back into the shadows.
Moon reached out—
And touched nothing.
The Demon Sovereign laughed.
And Prince knew—
This was no longer just protection.
This was war.