A man in royal attire, wearing white and blue robes, sat on his throne, a painting of the god Ramattra hanging above his head. Female servants were fanning his body and feeding him fruits as he sat with one leg crossed over his knee. The man stared blankly in front of himself, his eyes having a cloudy layer over them that matched his greyish hair and beard.

He was in fact a blind man, though thanks to magic, he was able to see in other ways. His hearing, smell, taste, and touch were all enhanced; so much so that he was the strongest warrior in the entire nation of Zionostra outside of their Effigy.

He was also the nation's king.

"Come in." the king spoke. Though no one knocked at his throne room, their presence was known as they approached the door. A man, a royal guard, wearing military robes in the same color scheme as the king's royal robes, entered the room with a distraught expression on his face.

The king, though he could not see, could sense the disturbance within the royal guard, prompting the king to raise his hand and signal to his servants to leave him. Instantly, all three ladies rose to their feet and fled the room, leaving the king and the guard all alone in the throne room.

"Speak." said the king.

"My lord... Xod is dead." The guard was straight to the point. "He fell fighting the Vapor Effigy. Keo, the Vapor Effigy, is also dead."

The king exhaled, gripping the armrests on his throne tightly. "Time of death?" asked the king. "Just after dusk." the guard answered.

"Gather the records of all children born during his time of death. We need to find Ramattra's Effigy. And do it now."

"Yes, my lord."

The guard turned and began to leave the throne room, however, there was still something bothering him about the entire situation, and the king could tell. "There is something else you are hiding from me. What is it?" the king asked sternly, his clouded eyes locked onto his knight as if he were looking deep into his soul through his blindness.

The knight hesitated and stammered before he was finally able to spit out an answer. "There was a blood moon, my lord. There's minor evidence and baseless conspiracies, nonetheless, many are claiming that Khaos is to be suspected for the deaths of both Effigies. The blood moon correlates with their time of death."

The king's grip on his armrests tightened, so much so, that he found himself nearly cracking them with his strength. 'Damn it.' he thought to himself. 'Then Khaos still alive?'

"Anything else?" the king asked calmly.

"No, my lord."

"Then get out of my sight."

Immediately, the guard fled from the throne room and shut the door behind him, leaving the king all alone. Though he didn't show it, the king was horrified. 'How is Khaos still alive? They were supposed to be dead, banished for eternity. Yet they still walk on Earth? No, this must be misinformation...

But if it is true... Ramattra help us.'

Meanwhile, the new Lightning Effigy, Raziel Winterbolt, slept in his mother's arms. He hadn't a clue of the power locked away inside him, for all he knew, he was nothing more than a normal newborn.

However, as he slept, he dreamt of the past lives of the men who'd come before him. As if each man's life was flashing before his eyes, Raziel watched as each Lightning Effigy lived similar, yet, wholly unique lives.

Their childhood remained unique, some coming from royalty whereas others came from nothing. These children grew up, eventually hitting the age of adolescence, the age when Ramattra's powers would finally manifest themselves within them.

Immediately, these young boys were thrust into the nation's army. Some defended the nation, being seen as a hero to those who sought their protection, whereas others conquered nations, being seen as a monster to those who were slain by an electric, iron fist.

By the time adulthood came for each Effigy of the Lightning God, their lives started to merge into one, as if destiny had begun taking the reins of their life. They'd fight alongside the Vapor Effigy and the Chaos Effigy, being brothers not by blood, but brother's nonetheless.

However, in the end, these brothers would slay each other time and time again, and a new Effigy would be born. In his dreams, Raziel watched as those who came before him were defeated, each death being felt by him as if this wasn't a mere dream, but a reality.

In his sleep, Raziel started to thrash about, groaning while being unable to awaken from these hellish night terrors. This all culminated in the final death, the death of Xod. Raziel watched as Xod faced off against Keo in an epic battle, one hard fought by both Effigies, though it led to both of their demises.

At the very end, Raziel could hear that dreadful whistle, that same whistle that shook Xod and Keo to their core. Though it was just a dream, Raziel's skin grew cold and he began to tremble. His vision, in his night terror, faded to black until he could make out the silhouette of someone, or rather, something approaching him.

It was Khaos's Effigy, approaching Raziel as he whistled his tune with his hand holding the sheath of his blade. Raziel could feel his heart pumping violently in his chest as he watched Khaos's Effigy continue to approach him, looking forward with empty eye sockets.

With each step, Khaos's Effigy's body twitched and jerked, his bones and flesh could be heard bending and crackling with each movement as if his body was being piloted by some external force.

He looked in pain, but at the same time, it looked as if he took pleasure in this pain.

Blood began to pour from his eye sockets and mouth, causing his whistling to stop, only to be replaced by the gargling of blood and croaking of his throat. Slowly, Khaos's Effigy's gaze found its way to Raziel, despite his eye sockets being empty, and he grinned.

Like a beast that had been stalking its prey, Khaos's Effigy lunged at Raziel, his blackened claws and pale face being the last thing Raziel would see before he was jolted awake, waking his mother as well.

She could feel her son's chilled skin as she rubbed his face with the back of her hand. She could tell by the expression on his face that he was afraid. "Was it a bad dream?" she asked, still rubbing his face ever so softly. Raziel could feel himself calming down rather quickly, and his skin began to return to its normal temperature.

His mother smiled, rocking him side to side as she whispered sweetly to her son. "It's okay, dear. I'll always protect you."

And with those words, Raziel's eyelids slowly shut and the newborn was once again fast asleep.