Prologue
February 9th, Fourth Era.
In the endless desert world of Terrarium, a battle raged—one that would later be remembered as one of the greatest conflicts of the age.
The sky was darkened by dust and smoke as countless banners fluttered in the scorching wind.
A massive army had gathered.
The Allied Forces.
A rare alliance.
Humans, elves, dwarves, and demi-humans stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, united by a single goal.
To end the war.
At the head of this army stood a woman whose name was known across every kingdom.
Ling Yang Wang.
The Guardian.
Her long armor shimmered in the crimson light of the setting sun as her calm gaze swept across the battlefield. Behind her, hundreds of thousands of soldiers waited for the order to attack.
Yet no one moved.
Because standing before them…
Was their enemy.
Alone.
In the middle of the sea of sand.
A man clad in black armor, dark energy rising from his body like smoke.
His name was Morghoth.
The Elder King.
One of the Seven Dark Kings, servants of the Demon King.
His mere presence made the air feel heavy. The ground beneath his feet had turned black, as if even the desert itself feared him.
A whisper spread through the ranks of the allied army.
Just one king.
But everyone knew the truth.
A single Dark King could annihilate armies.
Ling Yang Wang stepped forward.
The sand crunched beneath her boots.
"Morghoth."
Her voice was calm, yet firm.
"The war ends today."
For a moment, the Elder King did not respond.
Then he slowly lifted his head.
His eyes glowed faintly beneath the shadow of his helmet.
And suddenly…
He laughed.
A deep, cold laughter that echoed across the entire battlefield.
"Ends today?"
Morghoth slowly spread his arms, as if welcoming the entire desert.
"You bring an army of a hundred thousand warriors…"
His gaze drifted across the rows of humans, elves, and dwarves.
Then it returned to the Guardian.
"…just to kill a single king."
The dark energy around him began to pulse violently.
The sky above Terrarium darkened further.
Morghoth's voice dropped lower.
More dangerous.
"I wonder…"
A gust of wind stirred the sand around him.
"…if you truly understand what you are challenging today."
Slowly, he raised his right hand.
The desert trembled.
Black cracks spread across the ground.
"Because I…"
His eyes now burned like twin stars.
"…am Morghoth."
Darkness erupted from his body like a tidal wave.
"The Elder King."
And in that moment, the entire army realized a terrifying truth.
They were not standing before a king.
They were standing before a catastrophe.
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Ling Yang Wang's blade fell like a star from the heavens.
The golden light of her weapon tore through the darkness as she descended toward Morghoth with blinding speed.
The Elder King moved at the last second.
CLANG!
Their weapons collided.
A shockwave of energy exploded across the battlefield. Sand was hurled high into the air as dozens of soldiers were thrown to the ground by the impact.
Ling Yang Wang landed lightly on the sand.
Morghoth had blocked her strike with a single black blade that had suddenly formed in his hand.
Now the two stood face to face.
Gold against darkness.
"Impressive," Morghoth murmured.
"You are stronger than the heroes I've killed before."
Ling Yang Wang did not respond.
She attacked again.
Her sword flashed.
One strike.
Then another.
And another.
Her movements were so fast that even veteran warriors could barely follow them. Every attack was precise, lethal, and filled with divine power.
Yet Morghoth barely moved.
He blocked.
Parried.
Shifted slightly to the side.
Sparks of golden and black energy erupted with every clash.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The battlefield around them was devastated.
The sand turned to glass wherever their powers collided.
Hundreds of soldiers stopped fighting just to watch the duel.
Ling Yang Wang leapt back.
Her eyes narrowed.
She raised her left hand.
Golden runes appeared in the air.
"Divine Binding."
Chains of light burst from the ground and wrapped around Morghoth's body.
For a moment, the Elder King did not move.
The entire army held its breath.
Then he smiled.
"Interesting."
With a single motion, he tensed his shoulders.
CRACK!
The chains shattered.
As if they were made of glass.
Ling Yang Wang's eyes widened slightly.
Morghoth slowly raised his hand.
Dark energy gathered above him.
The sky began to twist.
The clouds were pulled into a massive vortex.
Even the sun disappeared behind the darkness.
The soldiers noticed it first.
An elf pointed toward the sky with a trembling hand.
"W… what is that…?"
Everyone looked up.
And there they saw it.
A burning dot.
Far away.
But it was growing.
Faster.
Hotter.
A comet.
A gigantic flaming mass hurtling from the heavens directly toward the battlefield.
Panic erupted.
"RETREAT!"
"SHIELDS UP!"
"RUN!"
The formation of the alliance collapsed within seconds.
Even the generals lost control of their troops.
Ling Yang Wang stared upward.
For the first time, true tension appeared in her eyes.
"You… madman…"
Morghoth looked toward the sky as well.
His voice remained calm.
Almost bored.
"You wanted a war."
The comet had grown enormous now.
Its flames painted the sky blood-red.
The heat was already reaching the battlefield.
"So…"
Morghoth slowly spread his arms.
"…I shall give you an ending worthy of one."
Ling Yang Wang immediately lunged forward.
"NO!"
Her sword pierced through Morghoth's chest.
Golden light burst from the wound.
For a moment, time itself seemed to freeze.
The Elder King looked down at the blade in his chest.
Then back at her.
And smiled.
"Too late."
The comet struck the desert of Terrarium.
The explosion was larger than an entire kingdom.
A flash of light swallowed heaven and earth.
The shockwave annihilated the entire allied army in a single instant.
Humans.
Elves.
Dwarves.
Demi-humans.
A hundred thousand lives.
Erased.
The desert itself was torn apart.
Sand turned into fire.
Mountains of glass rose from the explosion.
When the dust finally settled hours later…
Nothing remained of the alliance.
Only a colossal crater.
And in its center stood a single figure.
Morghoth.
The black blade was still lodged in his chest.
He grasped it.
Slowly pulled it out.
The wound closed instantly.
The Elder King looked across the ruined battlefield.
His voice was barely more than a whisper.
"The Guardian…"
His gaze fell upon a broken golden blade lying in the sand.
"…was at least entertaining."
The wind swept across the dead desert.
And on that day…
The Fourth Era lost its greatest army.
Just as Morghoth gazed across the ruined battlefield, a cold wind suddenly swept through the massive crater.
The dust began to move again.
Morghoth's eyes narrowed slightly.
Footsteps.
Slow footsteps.
A figure emerged from the smoke.
Armor, shattered and covered in ash.
Faint golden light flickered between the cracks of the metal.
Ling Yang Wang.
The Guardian was still alive.
Her breathing was heavy, but her gaze remained unbreakable. In her hand she held the broken remnant of her blade, still glowing faintly.
Morghoth tilted his head slightly.
"So you survived even that."
A quiet, dark chuckle escaped him.
"Now I understand why they call you the Guardian."
Ling Yang Wang didn't respond.
She moved.
Suddenly.
Like lightning.
Sand exploded beneath her feet as she rushed toward Morghoth. Her blade flashed, aiming directly for his neck.
But Morghoth stepped aside.
The strike missed him by mere centimeters.
Ling Yang Wang attacked again immediately.
A swift slash.
Then a thrust.
Then a spinning strike.
Yet every time Morghoth evaded.
Step by step he moved through her attacks, as if performing a dance.
His movements were calm.
Precise.
Superior.
The Guardian increased her speed.
Her body now moved faster than the human eye could follow.
Golden trails of light traced her attacks through the air.
Yet Morghoth continued to evade.
Not a single strike touched him.
Finally, Ling Yang Wang landed several meters away in the sand.
Her breathing had grown faster.
Morghoth slowly clapped his hands.
"Impressive."
His voice was calm.
"But you are exhausted."
He stepped closer.
"And your war is over."
At that moment—
a sound echoed across the desert.
A deep, powerful horn.
The tone was so pure that even the burned air of the battlefield trembled.
Morghoth stopped.
His gaze slowly turned toward the sky.
Ling Yang Wang lifted her head as well.
The sky, which moments ago had been covered in smoke and fire, began to open.
Dark clouds were pierced by radiant light.
Golden rays fell upon the ruined desert.
And then…
a figure appeared.
High above the battlefield.
Wings of pure light spread wide, larger than castle walls. Armor of white metal shone like a miniature sun.
In the figure's hand rested a long spear made of heavenly fire.
An Archangel.
The air itself began to vibrate as the divine presence settled over the battlefield.
Morghoth's eyes narrowed.
For the first time since the battle began, his smile faded.
"…An Archangel."
His voice had become quieter.
More dangerous.
The figure in the sky raised the horn again.
Its sound filled the entire desert of Terrarium.
A voice, powerful and perfectly calm, echoed from the heavens:
"Morghoth, Elder King of Darkness."
The light around the angel grew brighter.
"Your massacre ends here."
Ling Yang Wang felt new strength flowing through her body.
The divine light slowly healed her wounds.
Morghoth looked back and forth between the Guardian and the angel in the sky.
Then he smiled again.
Slowly.
Coldly.
"Very well."
Black energy began pouring from his body once more.
The sand around him darkened.
"Then today…"
His eyes glowed once again like burning stars.
"…I will not only kill an army."
He raised his black blade.
"But an angel as well."
The desert trembled once more.
And the true battle of the Fourth Era began.
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The sky above the desert of Terrarium burned with divine light.
The Archangel slowly lowered his spear as his enormous wings spread across the heavens. Every movement of them sent waves of pure energy rolling across the shattered battlefield.
Morghoth stood still within the crater.
Darkness flowed from his armor like black smoke.
Behind him, Ling Yang Wang rose again. The Archangel's light had closed her wounds, and though her armor was shattered, determination burned once more in her eyes.
The Archangel spoke with a voice that thundered across the desert.
"Morghoth.
Elder King of Darkness."
The tip of his spear began to glow.
"Your time is over."
Morghoth laughed quietly.
"An angel… and a Guardian."
He raised his black blade.
"So it takes two of you… to kill a single king."
Suddenly he vanished.
A black explosion of shadow shot toward the sky.
The Archangel reacted instantly.
His spear struck downward.
BOOM
Golden and black energy collided in midair.
The sky itself seemed to shatter.
Morghoth appeared directly before the Archangel and slashed toward his wing.
But the Archangel blocked with his spear and hurled Morghoth back to the desert with a single motion.
The Elder King crashed violently into the sand.
The ground shattered beneath him.
Yet he rose immediately.
His eyes burned with fury.
"You dare…"
He stretched both hands outward.
Darkness gathered above him.
A massive sphere of black energy formed.
The Archangel spread his wings.
The light of heaven gathered around his spear.
Below them, Ling Yang Wang leapt into battle once more.
With incredible speed she rushed toward Morghoth.
The Elder King was just about to unleash his magic—
when her blade struck him.
Golden light pierced his side.
Morghoth staggered.
That was the moment the Archangel had been waiting for.
He raised his spear.
The light became so bright that even the sun seemed to fade.
"Judgment of Heaven."
The spear shot downward like a falling star.
Morghoth turned, trying to block—
but the divine weapon pierced through his chest.
The darkness around him shattered instantly.
A scream—half rage, half disbelief—echoed across the desert.
The Elder King fell to his knees.
His armor crumbled into black dust.
Ling Yang Wang stood before him.
"The war… is over."
Morghoth looked up at her.
His eyes flickered faintly.
Then he smiled.
A strange, calm smile.
"No."
His voice was barely audible.
"The war…"
His body began to crumble.
"…has only just begun."
His form broke apart into black mist.
But his spirit did not disappear.
An unseen force dragged it into the darkness.
Time and space began to twist.
He fell.
Deeper and deeper.
Through memories.
Through the past.
Through years.
Then—
silence.
…
A boy slowly opened his eyes.
A wooden ceiling.
A small room.
The smell of bread and firewood.
Morghoth suddenly sat up.
His breathing was fast.
His hands…
were small.
The hands of a child.
He stood and rushed to a small mirror made of polished metal.
In it he saw the face of a boy.
Black hair.
About ten years old.
Morghoth's eyes slowly widened.
His mind remembered everything.
The war.
The Guardian.
The Archangel.
His death.
He touched his face.
His voice was a whisper.
"…The past."
A cold smile slowly appeared on his face.
"So fate has given me a second chance."
His eyes glinted dangerously.
"This time…"
He looked out the window toward the sky.
"…I will not lose."
The boy who was once Morghoth slowly clenched his small fist.
"This time…"
His voice became quiet.
"…I will destroy the world itself."
And so the true story began.
The story of a Dark King…
reborn in the body of a ten-year-old boy.
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