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In the kingdom of Homura, an old man narrates a legendary tale to a group of children — a story he swears is true. An orphan named Raiku awakens a rare martial ability and goes on a journey to become the greatest warrior

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

For thousands of years, the government lied, kept us hostage, and sold us unknowingly. Little did we know that these times would be the best for us all. The High-Bloods came through the firmament that veiled us in snow, and conquered everything. They shattered our false freedom, burned flesh from our bones, and feasted on us for sport. They enslaved us to be chained beyond Earth's soil—Hemorion, they call it their home. Now, we are forced into a society ruled by blood, where Kingdoms, slaves, and the deaths of beloved are as common as the light from Helios, one of their deities. Yet, whenever my eyelids close, I still see red—the light of us all stolen ... my brother’s and my own dying. But as my blood is red, my hope burns forever. I will kill them all. Note: this is a rewritten version of my already published first Volume, "Red Eclipse," of "Origins of Blood," and thus will be a revised edition with changes throughout the entire story, including prose, characters, worldbuilding, powersystem, and other elements.