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Deep within the shadows of a miasma-filled cavern, one of the three legendary monsters stirred. Sensing a ripple of overwhelming power, the ancient beast awakened from its eon of slumber.
“So, you are Managloa.”
A girl with golden hair tied back stepped from the darkness. Linkaje approached the beast with a slow, deliberate gait. She raised her right hand, and a faint magic circle manifested in the cold air.
“You will obey me.”
Managloa reared its head, unleashing a roar that vibrated through the very earth. The audacity of this human attempting to bind it with a spell of dominance ignited a fury it had long forgotten.
Lightning crackled across the beast’s hide, erupting into a lethal vortex. Linkaje danced through the storm, gauging the creature’s strength. The Maidens of the Kingdom of Ezaris were formidable; even with her immense power, a frontal assault on the capital alone was suicide.
She needed this monster. By turning Managloa into her thrall, she would create such chaos that she could slaughter the Kingdom’s leaders in the confusion. For her revenge, the power of a “Divine Beast” was indispensable.
Amidst the rain of lightning, Linkaje unleashed her four golden greatswords. The blades carved through Managloa’s armored scales, spilling dark, viscous blood.
But as she shifted from evasion to attack, the monster struck. Its tail, heavy as forged iron, slammed into her fragile frame, pinning her against the jagged stone wall. She coughed up blood and fell to her knees as a secondary bolt of lightning tore through her body. The titan closed in for the kill.
Then, a low, guttural growl escaped Linkaje’s throat—a sound no human should make. Beneath her black visor, a crimson light flared.
Rising amidst a shroud of black steam, Linkaje stood. The four greatswords began to hum and hover, vibrating with a bloodlust that matched her own. The monster blood dormant within her had finally awakened.
When Linkaje regained her senses, the battle was over. Both girl and beast were drenched in gore, but their wounds were already knitting together, hissing with the same regenerative steam. Managloa lay prostrate, closing its glowing blue eyes in silent submission.
Linkaje traced a final seal in the air, completing the contract. A twisted smile spread across her face.
The hour of vengeance was at hand.
Through the forbidden art of the Binding Hex, Linkaje had done the impossible: she had shackled one of the Three Great Beast-Devils, an avatar of the Divine Beasts.
The fire of hatred burned cold in her veins. She could never forgive The Arbitrate, who had treated her mother, Zetalylia, as a mere disposable shield to preserve their own power. Nor could she absolve the Kingdom that stood by in silence as a hero was discarded.
The time for mourning had passed. Now was the hour to raze the old world to the foundations and forge a new order from its ashes.
“By the name of Linkaje, I command thee.”
She looked toward the horizon, where the spires of the capital loomed in the distance.
“Lay waste to the Kingdom of Ezaris.”
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