Inside the mansion, Oromius starts to wake, rousing himself from the deep slumber that had overtaken him. Standing up from his armchair, Oromius shuffles over to Astraoth's crib, still half-asleep. Seeing Astraoth deep in sleep, unfazed by any events happening in the outside world, Oromius slowly smiles and begins to reminisce about his time with Astraoth's father. Suddenly, Oromius adopts a look of shock and surprise; he senses a clash between two powerful energies. Becoming solemn, determined to find the sources of the strong powers, Oromius disappears from the mansion.

Oromius reappears in a tundra, one hundred kilometers away from the mansion. Only one kilometer from the old man is two magicians, both women, flying in the sky above. One woman, to the left of Oromius, is dressed in a white Dobok with a symbol showing a star glowing bright yellow on her chest. She holds a slightly curved long spear of a soft ivory coloring. With pale skin and short snowy, silver hair, highlighted with short streaks of light gray running across it, her presence exudes confidence.

The other woman, contrasting with the woman in white, wears a black gi with a long yellow crescent moon, dressed in black, across her chest. Her eyes shine with a deep, dark purple light, and she has long raven black hair hanging down. Holding a double-edged longsword, the woman readies for another bout.

Rushing at each other, they clash violently, causing waves to emanate from the point of collision. The waves sweep across the nearby land, shattering icebergs and glaciers, disturbing the land and sea.

The pale woman pushes forward, stabbing at the abdomen of her opponent. The woman in black disappears as the spear approaches her, and reappears behind her adversary, who jabs the blunt end of her spear backward, directly toward her face.

Without any other choice, the woman with the crescent moon raises her sword to block the attack. The blow sends her flying, and she crashes into a nearby glacier. Recovering quickly, her eyes start to shine, and she streaks forward in a blaze of violet energy...

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Meanwhile, Astraoth starts to wake up, sensing the raging energies and fierce battle. Eyes shining a blood red, filled with a primal excitement and bloodlust, he looks toward the battle, his demonic instincts taking over.

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The women separate and the woman in white releases a radiant golden aura, which gathers on her spear in a spiral. The woman with ominous eyes raises her hand to they sky and a small heliotrope pentagram appears above her hand.

The woman of the bright sun's face turns ashen white and hurriedly strengthens her spear, putting all her power into it- the spear starts to shine with a golden light, bright enough to cause blindness. She surges forward with the energy of a blazing sun, ferocity in her face, but fear deep in her eyes.

The amethyst eyed woman smirks confidently, then relaxes her raised hand downward, towards the ocean. The small pentagram expands to an unprecedented size, and...Deep within the ocean, a powerful light starts to rise up, and something begins to surface...

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Astraoth, stimulated by the raw power and killing intent emerging, feels an ancient, amaranthine aura and a profound, commanding strength start to flow throughout his body and emanate into the air, as he ascends above the ground...

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...Defeated, the lifeless body of the woman in white falls to the ground. The woman in black descends to the floor, exhausted and pale. Releasing her magic, she limps over to the body of the woman with a blazing sun, and starts to search all over, but stops as she finds a small ring, which she slips onto her hand. As the ring starts to glow, Oromius runs through her with a long sky blue spear, which spreads a blue aura into her body, causing it to begin deteriorating into particles in the air in front of her very eyes.

Her body fully is destroyed, leaving only the small ring, which Oromius takes as he returns back to Astraoth's room. Finding Astraoth shrouded in a blood red light, Oromius starts to rejoice, picking Astraoth up and crying silently into him as Astraoth's aura withdraws into his body.

Oromius, after realizing Astraoth is awake and hungry, pulls a similar container of the same reddish-orange liquid, and delivers it to his child. Astraoth, tired from all the excitement and fighting, drinks it quickly and falls into a deep slumber once again. Oromius, stupefied, sighs and tiredly remarks," Of course you would fall asleep nearly immediately after I arrive...Raising a child is challenging work."

Oromius puts Astraoth down into his crib and begins to search through the spatial ring. Inside he finds only one thing; an old map leading to a location deep in the mountains of Darendel, the northern continent. Marked on the map is one single phrase, emitting a mysterious aura and an archaic power. The phrase simply reads:

"Go To My Tomb, Inherit My Legacy! Avenge The Death Of I, Dracul Mephilius, The Strongest Under Heaven!"