the soulless citadel

The Staff of the Almighty proved mightier than the darkness of the Cursed Bident of Khanonai. Sensei Lux struck Tenebris down at the Valley of Zillarnia — but in his dying breath, Tenebris laid a terrible curse upon Lux and all the Light Walker Warriors. Lux drove Tenebris into the Shadow Realm with the Staff, yet the curse had already taken root. Every warrior of the Light Walker Clan vanished in an instant, swept away to the Soulless Citadel. And the curse did not end there — it bound itself to bloodlines, condemning every firstborn son of the clan to be taken to the Citadel upon his eighteenth birthday, generation after generation, without end.

The Valley of Zillarnia ran red as Tenebris carved through the Light Walker Warriors with the Cursed Bident of Khanonai, his power overwhelming all who stood before him. Sensei Lux met him at the heart of the battlefield, holding his ground through skill and cunning — and when raw martial ability proved insufficient against the Bident's dark might, Lux turned to words, stroking Tenebris's pride and buying precious moments. In that window, a Light Walker Warrior hurled the Staff of the Almighty across the chaos of battle into Lux's waiting hands. With the Staff's divine power now channeled against the Bident's darkness, the clash of light and shadow reached its true reckoning.

Tenebris arrived at the Valley of Zillarnia, where Sensei Lux stood ready with five thousand five hundred fifty-five Warriors of the Light Walker Clan. The Light Walkers met Tenebris's Dark Ones with practiced discipline, cutting them down with ease. Enraged by the humiliation, Tenebris reached for the dark artifact at his side — the Cursed Bident of Khanonai — and prepared to enter the fray himself, signaling a dangerous escalation in the battle for Zillarnia.

Tenebris has returned. Stepping through the Portal of Realms, the dark warrior emerged into the Baransu Realm with ruin in his wake, cutting a path of destruction toward the Valley of Zillarnia — home of the Light Walker Clan. Word of his coming spread ahead of him like smoke before fire, and the Light Walkers have begun to ready themselves for the storm. The valley braces. The reckoning draws near.