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came from the Shadow Underworld, a forbidden realm
once sealed by Raka’s ancestors.
“The seal has broken...” Raka whispered as the
sky turned black.

Without waiting for a summons, Raka sheathed
his blade, Nightshade, and descended the mountain. With
each step, the shadows around him began to stir —
forming shields, spears, and fearsome figures that
followed him in silence.

When the first monster appeared — the size of a
house, its mouth lined with jagged black fangs — Raka
faced it without fear.

“It’s time you returned to where you belong.”

With a single slash, his shadow streaked forward
like lightning — slicing the creature into dust. The
warrior and his shadows danced across the battlefield.
Techniques like Shadow-Split Dusk and Ten Shadows,
One Soul became the stuff of legend, whispered from
village to village.

But Raka knew: the more he used his power, the
closer he came to the darkness within.

This battle wasn’t just against monsters.

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