DAMON HOUSEHOLD
As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting amber hues across the sky, Damon stretched and exclaimed, “What a beautiful day for an outing!”
Beside him lay Maria, her body curled close, wearing a delicate white nightgown that shimmered in the fading light. Her crimson hair tumbled in waves across her shoulders, and her soft, damp breasts pressed against his arm as she held him tightly, unwilling to let go. Her piercing brown eyes sparkled—seductive and captivating—as she kissed him softly, her hands caressing the rugged scars crisscrossing his torso.
[GROANING]
“Give the kids a break,” she murmured, resting her head against his chest. “They’ll probably get back to their lessons soon.”
“I was thinking of showing them a technique or two. What do you think?” Damon said.
Maria frowned. “You’re ruining the mood, yet you ask what I think?” she said dryly.
Damon chuckled, lifted her chin, and kissed her lips. “You look even more beautiful when you’re annoyed.”
With an apologetic smile, he slid into his slippers, dressed quickly, and gently closed the door behind him. He walked down the hall to the boys’ room and knocked.
No response.
“Rise and shine, princesses!” he said as he opened the door and flung the curtains wide, letting silvery moonlight flood the room.
“Morning, Dad,” the boys mumbled groggily.
“Don’t give me that look. Have you both been suppressing your Dio energy?” he asked.
They nodded.
“Good. Today is important for the three of you. Judging by the Dio radiating from outside, Cassandra’s already up—she must’ve overheard our conversation.”
As the boys shuffled off to bathe, Cassandra sat patiently outside.
On his way downstairs, Damon ran into Lisanna. She was already up, dressed in a flowing midnight-blue nightgown that shimmered like the night sky. The silky fabric hugged her figure, draping elegantly around her hips. Her ample chest moved softly with every breath, the neckline high and rounded to frame her face and accentuate her curved horns. The long sleeves billowed behind her like drifting shadows.
“Good morning, Damon,” she greeted.
“How was your night?” he asked.
“Lonely... but fine,” she replied, her voice low and wistful.
Damon paused, momentarily captivated—but quickly composed himself and stepped outside. The air had grown thin and heavy, pressing on his chest.
Cassandra was seated quietly, gazing up at the four luminous moons in the night sky.
“Hey, baby,” Damon said, approaching her.
“Dad, where are we going today?” she asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.
He smiled, patting her head. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Before long, the boys were ready. Damon addressed them with a grin.
“There will be no carriage today. Since you’ve all unlocked Dio, it’s time to learn how to properly use it. We’re flying to the Jural Forest District. It will take roughly six hours. This is part of your training—to drain your Eno and Dio completely.”
[GROANING]
“Come on, Dad,” Phobos whined. “Can’t we take the carriage?”
“No, Phobos,” Damon replied firmly. “You need to be prepared for anything.”
The family ascended into the skies using basic flying techniques powered by air manipulation. Damon and Cassandra, both one-tier Dio users, flew with ease. Aristo and Phobos—both unlocked the use of dio at age eleven — with Aristo awakening the use of dio earlier that year.
“Dio allows manipulation of the four elements,” Damon explained as they soared. “But more complex techniques require mastery of Eno first. Not everyone unlocks Dio—even elemental masters may never achieve it. It all depends on luck... and something deeper.”
After several hours of flying, Aristo’s Dio was nearly depleted. His body trembled as he lost lift. They decided to walk the remaining distance to the Jural District.
JURAL DISTRICT
“We’re finally here,” Phobos sighed, exhausted.
A sign at the edge of the forest warned of danger. Jural, a state in Daria, was known for its vast, deadly woods.
“There have been reports of deaths recently,” Damon said grimly. “Terrifying creatures have emerged from this forest. That can only mean one thing…”
“The seal has been broken,” Cassandra finished, earning an approving nod from Damon.
“What I’ll teach you today,” Damon continued, “is about energy concealment—how to become completely undetectable.”
“Is that even possible?” Phobos asked, frowning.
“Wouldn’t that render detection techniques useless?” Aristo added.
“Exactly,” Damon replied. “Now follow me.”
They ventured into the forest. Damon stopped at a branch above them, where a small bird—known as a Piknin—perched. Piknins were infamous for their ability to sense energy, making them highly dangerous despite their size.
As wind rushed through the trees, the Piknin twitched. The electricity surrounding it cracked audibly—then it vanished in a flash of lightning, fleeing the Dio energy it had sensed.
“Concealing all energy is a technique passed down by your grandfather,” Damon explained. “It’s called the Bio Pause.”
He vanished. No trace of his presence remained—not even the most advanced detection could sense him.
“Like a ghost,” Aristo whispered, awestruck.
“Can we go home now? I’m getting tired and hungry,” Phobos complained.
Damon reappeared. “The Bio Pause, Shadow Walk, and Acceleration Step—when used together—form a lethal combination. Shadow Walk lets you phase through terrain. Acceleration Step boosts speed beyond even a Piknin’s reaction time. But they drain Dio quickly.”
The kids began practicing. Cassandra mastered the Bio Pause almost instantly. Aristo and Phobos struggled but managed to learn the other two techniques.
Eventually, Damon left them in the forest.
“Keep practicing,” he said. “Cassandra, recreate the sealing barrier around the perimeter before I return.”
As soon as Damon left...
[GROANING]
“Aristo, I’m starving,” Phobos moaned.
“You’re always hungry,” Aristo sighed.
Phobos wandered off in search of food. Aristo followed—and then came the tremors.
After wandering off, they soon realized they had ventured far deeper into the jural forest than they were ever meant to go .
The air shifted.
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Then came the sound—thoom. A single, deafening stomp that vibrated through the roots of the earth like a low, rolling thunder. Another thoom. Birds fled the treetops in a frantic storm. The ground trembled. Branches cracked. It was as if the forest itself was trying to recoil.
Aristo and Phobos froze.
Then they saw it.
Bursting through the thickets, the Ferrodrakon emerged like a living mountain. Towering on four legs, its enormous form blended the brutal musculature of a rhinoceros with the sleek, armored menace of a dragon. Its metallic scales glinted like polished steel, shades of dark grey and silver rippling in the shifting light. From its forehead jutted two massive, curved horns—each forged in a natural alloy that shimmered like moonlit blades.
Its eyes burned—molten lava locked in a glare of unrelenting fury.
This was no beast.
This was a calamity incarnate.
Phobos stepped back, breath hitching. “Aristo…”
“I know,” Aristo whispered. “We’re in deep.”
The Ferrodrakon raised its head, sniffed the air—and locked eyes with them.
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BOOM!
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With a roar that shattered the silence like a war trumpet, the creature charged.
Its sheer speed was unreal ,ground shattering beneath its steps, trees reduced to splinters in its path. The boys didn’t have time to retreat.
They had to fight.
"Split and scatter!" Aristo shouted.
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In an instant, they activated their Eno, created clones, flooding the forest. Clones of Aristo and Phobos surrounded the Ferrodrakon from every direction, launching synchronized elemental attacks—spheres of fire, rotating blades of wind, spires of rock, and jets of high-pressure water.
The forest lit up with glowing chaos.
The clones unleashed wave after wave, forming massive spinning boulders sharp enough to split mountains—but the Ferrodrakon didn’t even flinch. It plowed straight through the barrage, flames crackling at its nostrils.
Then it roared, and fire erupted from its mouth like a hurricane of hell.
Clones disintegrated in an instant. Trees incinerated. The blast cleared hundredsof meters of forest in seconds.
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From above, Aristo and Phobos took to the skies, launching aerial assaults alongside their remaining clones. But the Ferrodrakon’s claws—massive as boulders—slashed upward, sending wind blades into the air.
The boys dodged narrowly.
But their clones?
Gone.
One by one, they were torn apart—steel scales deflecting blades, claws ripping through air and shadow alike. The beast was faster, smarter, and impossibly powerful.
Still mid-air, Aristo growled, “We need more power!”
He forced all remaining Dio into a black blade formed at his side—sleek, humming, deadly. With Eno exhausted, this was his final ace.
Acceleration Step!!
He vanished instantly—reappearing beside the beast’s rear leg. With a roar of effort, he slashed.
CLANG!
Steel met flesh. The Ferrodrakon shrieked, staggering
A deep gash split open along its leg—its first wound.
But instead of weakening, the Ferrodrakon went berserk.
It howled, the sound so piercing it shattered what was left of the forest's ancient barrier.
Then, with terrifying speed, it locked onto Aristo’s movements.
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From 10 kilometers away, Cassandra was watching, as she could see everything taking place ,Her eyes narrowed She started moving.
Back on the battlefield, Phobos hurled a long, black Dio-forged spear, aiming straight for the beast’s exposed flank.
But the Ferrodrakon was no fool , it raised an earth barrier—an ability no normal beast should possess. The spear struck—and was absorbed into its metallic body.
" It cool absorbs Dio energy !!!" Phobos screamed in disbelief.
Their attacks were useless.
The ground trembled as it approached, each step sending quakes through the soil.
“No more running,” Aristo said, landing beside Phobos, as he wiped the blood from his face.
They joined hands. Their remaining Dio swirled together in a blinding spiral.
They created a massive sealing glyph—an arcane cage of lightning , designed to trap even the fiercest monsters.
It snapped shut.
For one heartbeat, silence.
Then
CRACK!!
The Ferrodrakon’s claw tore through it like parchment.
The shockwave sent both boys flying. They crashed into the ground with a brutal thud, bones cracking, skin tearing.
The Ferrodrakon lumbered forward, towering above them now.
It raised a claw the size of a carriage.
Then—
BOOM!
The beast was lifted into the air—torn from the ground like a ragdoll.
It was Cassandra.
Just as all hope was lost the boys had accepted their fate.
Her eyes glowed, hand outstretched, body humming with Dio energy. She threw the Ferrodrakon eighteen feet into the earth. The impact sent a quake rolling through the forest.
But it rose.
Unharmed, jumped right back.
Still burning with fury.
It snarled.
Cassandra stepped forward.
“I watched you,” she said coldly, her voice echoing through the smoldering air. “I thought you were smart... but now I see you’re just being foolish. Can’t you tell the difference between a stronger opponent and a weakling?”
She stepped forward with calm, deadly grace, her gaze locked onto the beast. As she extended her right hand, light began to gather—soft at first, then blinding. Radiant energy spiraled around her arm, threads of brilliance weaving together, forging the shape of a sword.
The blade ignited, gleaming like a shard of celestial dust pulled from the heavens themselves.
With a single step—and one strike—she vanished
The world had stopped for the ferrodrakon.
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As her sword carved through the beast’s neck, a trail of glittering stardust followed its path. The blade cut deeper than mere flesh. It severed life, soul.
The power of the white blade
The Ferrodrakon’s head tumbled.
Its body crashed beside it, lifeless.
The ground cracked.
The sky itself split apart, a rift of light cutting through the clouds.
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Aristo and Phobos lay nearby, unable to speak, breathless from exhaustion and awe.
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Wounds began to close. Broken bones reset. Dio returned, slow and steady, as if rewarded for surviving.
But Cassandra?
She stood still, sword fading from her hand, chest rising slowly with fatigue.
The fight was over.
But the weight of what they had faced would never leave them.
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PALACE OF DIARA – THRONE ROOM
Damon smiled, as he was impressed with the performance of his kids.
" White blade" he whispers with a smile.
Damon bowed respectfully before the king, his expression composed yet firm. “Your Majesty,” he said, “thank you for your generous offer. Truly. But I must decline.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned to leave. But as he approached the grand doorway, two palace guards stepped forward, blocking his path. Their white Dio-spears gleamed under the chamber’s golden light, crossed firmly before him.
“Let him pass,” the king commanded, his voice calm but absolute.
“But sir…” Jethro, one of the advisors, stepped forward hesitantly. “Surely we cannot—”
The king raised a hand, silencing him. “He is a close friend of mine,” the king said, his gaze steady. “You know well that his father—and his father before him—served this kingdom with unmatched loyalty and valor. That legacy speaks louder than any formality.”
He turned to the guards. “There is no need for force. Let him go.”
The guards stepped aside instantly. Damon nodded once in silent gratitude and walked out of the throne room, his presence leaving behind a lingering silence.
JURAL FOREST – LATER
Six hours passed.
Cassandra lay on the forest floor, exhausted. The white blade had drained both her Eno and Dio.
“Are you okay?” Aristo asked.
“I’m fine,” she smiled. “I created a white blade.”
Before they left, Cassandra sealed the entire forest with a new barrier—200 kilometers
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