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Ryo Kenzaki was good at being invisible. Just another high schooler, keeping his head down and waiting for each day to end. Then a star fell from the sky. When Ryo pulls a dying woman from the crater it leaves behind, he learns the world he knows is already breaking. Beyond it lies the Hunting Realm—a place where monsters are born from fallen Hunters, and something is beginning to push through. Hunted by a creature he cannot understand, Ryo is dragged to a sanctuary between worlds and forced into a choice that was never really his: take up a Kizugami, a living blade forged from wounds, or die before dawn. But the blade doesn’t obey. It judges. As the weapon begins to search his soul, Ryo is pulled into a war he never asked to join—one shadowed by an impossible Eye in the sky, a relentless Kaimon on his trail, and an ending that may already have been decided. Ryo never wanted to be a Hunter. But if becoming one is the only way to protect what remains, he’ll have to answer a far more dangerous question: When the world strips everything from him, can he still stand as himself once more?

On the continent of Af-Ri, nine kingdoms stand beneath one sovereign authority. Nine Salvador siblings. Nine rulers. Nine kingdoms. All bound under one man — Kaelion Salvador. They do not call him King. Because there has not been one since the age of Set. The throne sits empty by law. Only the one who awakens the Cry of the Ancestors may ascend it. Not by vote. Not by bloodline alone. By power acknowledged by the world itself. For two centuries the Cry has been silent. Until the night a child is born. His eyes bleed. The air fractures. Ancient wards tremble. And beyond Af-Ri's sacred Seal, in the dark where no living soul has stood in a hundred and fifty years, something that has been waiting finally stirs. Not in fear. In recognition. The Creeds were never extinct. They were patient. Watching. Enduring. Waiting for the return of what they were built to destroy. And one child's first breath has just told them — across every mile of stone and silence between them — that he exists. The nine rulers of Af-Ri must now stand as one. Because this is no longer a question of succession. It is survival. This is not the story of a boy growing stronger. It is the story of a continent that must hold together long enough for a king to be ready — and an enemy that has waited two centuries learning exactly how to make sure he never gets the chance. The Cry has spoken. The world has heard it. What comes next has been planned for longer than any of them have been alive