Creator of Death: True Darkness
The Qrystial City Awakening

Two years later.

The small town of Qrystial slowly turned into a small town full of civilization.

Starting from the trade sector, education, art, to the military. This city transformed into a city full of the frenetic light of life.

This year, the second year after the great war.

As with the plan made earlier, the news of Raka's death as Diablo was widespread.

Along with the news of the death, news of the unification of Ryent city and Qrystial city also spread.

Since then, the small town of Qrystial has grown and changed a lot.

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"Hey have you heard the news about Nightingale?" Said a noble man with a cup of beer still in his hand.

"Hoo? What do you mean about the big auction?" The noble man before him.

"Of course, what do you think, huh!?"

"Well, that place is on the rise, isn't it?"

"What's wrong with that place?"

"Well, it's about the Kaelmiff family.I heard his youngest son made trouble with the auction this late" the noble man said.

"Uhm? Is he stupid huh!?" Said the other man seriously.

"Huh.well that's what I thought, but anyway it's possible if he's Kaelmiff's youngest son." He ended the conversation.

"Ah, excuse me, sorry to interrupt the timing"

The two men looked at him in unison. In front of them was a teenage boy standing in his long black robe. The teenager smiled until his eyes seemed friendly squinting.

"O oh?" They realized from their daydream the fan responded to the teenager.

"Ah, actually, what happened to Azasky? It looks like it's more crowded than usual" the teenager said.

"Hoo, son, you look like you're new here?" Said one of the men.

The teenager just smiled.

"Hoho deserves it you son!" The man said crisply.

"Then I'll sit here to hear the story from you.."

"Huh, what you're talking about is the army, right?" Said the man directing his gaze out toward the troops who seemed busy passing by.

The teenager confirmed.

"Ah. It's about our neighbor's kingdom, Arcnight"

The teenager was silent for a moment with an expression that looked serious.

"Ah. That'sthat's true! At the end of this lost kingdom appears again to show its existence. Therefore, the royal family decided to restrict our activities outside Azasky."

"Oh? Is that true?" Said the teenager.

"Of course it's true. However, if the work re-emerges, it means that the shield that divides the arcnight kingdom with the outside world begins to change. If that's the case then miasma will most likely be contagious." He said with a goosebumped expression.

"So yes" said the teenager satisfied. He thanked her and walked out of the bar.

"Kai" said the teenager.

"Honor to his highness," a moment later appeared a man with white hair saluting the teenager.

"Tell Alice to get the stamp I ordered immediately."

"Okay, your honor."

"As per the noble commandment".

"Go".

After a while, he seemed to stop and open his hood. There were strands of black hair with blue sparkles flying in the wind. His sky-dark blue eyes seemed so brilliant that he seriously watched the people's traffic. Tiny lips with a bright red color clenched and slightly showed the curvature of her smile.

Yes, he is Raka, the second prince of the Arcnight kingdom and the leader of the ghost monarchy.

Although it has been disbanded, in fact the majority of former ghost monarchy members still serve Raka.

This year is the third year of the great war. Raka himself is 15 years old, even a few months will turn 16 years old.

It has been 10 years since he was separated from his family. It has been 6 years since his first meeting with his teacher, Yama.

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Raka stepped foot into the mansion where she lived and took care of the organization all this time.

It appeared that the servants and guards bowed respectfully as he entered the mansion.

Raka just kept going without giving any reply.

Krieet..

He opened the door to his study.

Seemed a chair and a study table arranged in front of the room, parallel to the spacious window that presents the sparkling of the city.

It also looks like a closet full of books stored neatly filled the space.

Raka stepped up and sat her body on the chair.

He then took out a piece of white paper and a small pen with gold engraved on it.

Sometimes he looks out the window.

And then continue writing.

Geck. Geck.

There was a knocking on the door.

"Come in". Word's cold.

"I'm Alice, want to deliver the stamp you requested, Your Majesty"

"Oh? Sure." Sure."

Alice then went in and handed him a small black wooden box.

A moment later, Alice came out.

The room went back to being quiet.

Moments later, he picked up the black box that was in the corner of the table and opened it.

There was a phoenix-shaped stamp and a dragon with red and gold patterns was stored in the box.

Raka grabbed it and observed the stamp attached.

After a while he returned to writing.

A small pen with a golden pattern appears to dance skillfully between the fingers of Raka's fingers.

Her brilliant eyes seemed to blink a blink occasionally gently. The atmosphere of the room was so quiet.

After a while of writing, he grabbed the stamp and dipped the stamp into the ink tub.

Raka closed her eyes for a bit, turning her chair right towards the wide window behind her.

He looked at the situation around him so closely.