Lohra was now eight hundred and twenty years old, a Divine Being of the death attribute with half-Vampire blood.
Eight hundred years ago, he had been the renowned benevolent prince of that generation in the Putezin Duchy. His father was king, his mother queen, and from the moment he was born, he had been the legitimate eldest son, a halo of inheritance shining above his head.
Though he had two younger half-brothers by the same father, he was humble and courteous, treating even those two sons born of concubines with kindness and affection.
He had a gentle temperament and studied diligently. From top to bottom, the entire kingdom supported him wholeheartedly.
Seven hundred and ninety-three years ago, at only twenty-seven years old, he had been appointed crown prince by his father, the old king. From then on, none could rival his splendor.
Three years later, his royal father fell gravely ill, and the burden on his shoulders grew ever heavier. Acting in his father's stead, he traveled everywhere to inspect the local territories. In the end, he was assassinated in a coastal region, and at the same time, he vanished.
Three months later, when he reappeared after being rescued by fishermen, he discovered that his royal father had died, his mother the queen had followed him in death, and his second younger half-brother had already ascended the throne. He could only hurry to the territory bestowed upon him—Amote City.
A month later, when he was assassinated once again, he miraculously displayed astonishing power. From that moment onward, a new god had appeared.
The following year, the Putezin Duchy disintegrated. Divine Beings emerged one after another across the kingdom's major territories. The lands were divided, and the age when gods were trapped upon the earth began once more, just as the