Inferno's Call

The galaxy had never witnessed such carnage—warriors' heads dashed against rocks, women impaled on city walls, and children taken as slaves. Valdexia was under siege by the formidable Xerxes Empire, a race believed to be born from the purest form of dark matter, their might unmatched across galaxies. At the mere mention of the Xerxes, fear permeated every corner.

Amidst the chaos, a woman and a boy with a rare skin disease fled, their city now a grim trophy of the power-hungry invaders. The streets were strewn with bodies as the woman, wounded and bleeding, clutched the child to her chest. Exhausted, she collapsed near the remains of a Valdexian warrior, drained of strength to react.

Suddenly, with unnerving speed, a cruel Xerxes warrior closed in, his grin twisted with malice. Leaning close, he whispered a chilling threat into the dying woman's ear, his words dripping with menace. "I'll desecrate your corpse if I have to," he hissed. She struggled for breath, clinging desperately to her child, as the relentless brutality of the Xerxes Empire loomed over them.

The Xerxes soldier's grip tightened around her neck, mercilessly strangling her as desperation etched lines of fear, sorrow, and rage on the child's face. His eyes, wide with terror, witnessed the impending loss of his mother's life. In that moment, a dormant power surged within him, a potent force known only to the noble blood of Valdexia. His eyes ignited with an otherworldly glow, crackling energy swirling around him like a tempest, while the intricate patterns of his skin disease pulsed with a mesmerizing luminescence.

With a primal scream, the child unleashed an explosion of raw power that tore through reality itself. The shockwave radiated outward, shattering buildings and obliterating anything in its path. The soldier and his mother were consumed by the unleashed energy, their forms disintegrating into ethereal ash that scattered into the wind.

As the dust settled, the child lay amidst the devastation, his breath ragged as he slowly regained consciousness. The air crackled with residual energy, casting an eerie glow over the ruined surroundings. The scent of ozone mixed with the acrid smell of destruction filled the air, a haunting reminder of the power he had unleashed.

Silence descended over the once bustling area, now reduced to rubble and ash. The only sounds were the distant echoes of collapsing structures and the occasional creak of metal cooling in the aftermath of the immense energy release.

The child's awakening had not only saved his own life but had also left an indelible mark on Valdexia, a stark reminder of the raw power that lay dormant within its people, waiting to be unleashed in times of dire need.

As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, a sleek aircraft adorned with the crest of the royal Valdexian approached the scene. It landed gracefully amidst the rubble, its engines humming with a faint but powerful thrum. From within emerged a figure clad in regal attire, his features marked by a mix of concern and determination. This was the last noble blood alive in Valdexia, the child's half-brother.

With a sense of urgency, he approached the unconscious child, his heart heavy with sorrow for the loss of their mother. The truth of her death, a tragic consequence of her affair with the ruler of Valdexia, weighed heavily on his mind. It was an accident, a fatal mistake that resulted from forbidden love and political intrigue, leaving the child as the sole inheritor of their noble lineage.

Gently cradling his half-brother, the nobleman carried him aboard the aircraft. The half-brother, bearing wounds and scars from countless battles, stirred weakly but managed a faint smile at the sight of his sibling. The interior of the aircraft, a blend of advanced technology and opulent design, was a stark contrast to the half-brother's worn and battered appearance. As the aircraft ascended into the sky, leaving behind the ruins of the city, the nobleman vowed to protect his newfound family member and guide him on the path of understanding his powers and legacy.