The sun shone high in the sky, bathing the heights of the Ingriss estate in golden light.
This morning, the wind was gentle and each member of the Ingriss family had gathered in front of the field of swords, a private and sacred place where the blades of all the great swordsmen of the lineage rest.
Each member of the Ingriss family wore a perfectly fitted white ceremonial uniform, accompanied by fitted trousers, tucked into white boots, which reinforced everyone's noble and martial look.
They each have a long golden cape bearing the symbol of the family, falling to the ankles, fixed to their shoulders by golden brooches. White gloves with finely gilded edges completed the set, as well as a belt emphasising the waist.
Facing the sacred field, they were only five members of the Ingriss family, dressed in ceremonial clothing. Their partners, not having the Ingriss blood, had remained at the family estate.
Anna Ingriss, the great matriarch of the Ingriss, and the one who restored much of the authority of her lineage, was present.
She wore the same white uniform that embraced her forms with grace. But his golden cape was only attached to his right shoulder, falling back in cascade to hide his missing arm.
Despite the visible scars on his face, his gaze still retained a silent authority.
An eye-patch covered her right eye because she had lost it, and her slightly wavy white hair fell on her shoulders.
She is considered a living legend. Its mere presence exudes a nobility and a wild power, intact despite the years.
To Anna's left was Arya Ingriss, her only daughter and Raphaël's sister. Her hair, which she had let grow, waved slightly in the wind. And to the right of Anna, were her cadets, the twins Logan and Andy, who were positioned side by side. They looked so much alike that what differentiated them was the colour of their hair.
Logan had black hair, while Andy had white hair.
And in front of everyone, stood Raphael, Anna's second son and current patriarch.
He carried Lucas in his arms, and his short hair floated in the breeze, and his red eyes stared at the field calmly.
They were few... but in the face of the field of swords, these five members gave off a power that few could imagine, and alone embodied all the greatness of their lineage.
The wind rose slightly, rustling the tall grass of the sacred field.
Faced with the immensity of the swords planted in the ground, the five members of the lineage remained motionless, silent.
Then, in a solemn calm, Anna made a simple gesture of her head. The signal.
Raphael advanced without a word, Lucas in his arms. He crossed alone the invisible line that delimited access to the sanctuary, because only those carrying the blood of the Ingriss could tread the ground without risking being pushed back.
His boots sank into the still wet grass of the morning dew. The silence was complete. At every step, the thousands of swords seemed to observe them, frozen, as if waiting.
These countless swords shone under the light scattered by the sun. Each of them was unique for its form, and its history.
Arriving at the heart of the field, Raphael stopped, knelt down slowly, and placed Lucas gently on the grass.
Lucas, curious, looked up at his father. Raphael looked at him for a long time, then whispered:
"Go ahead, my son. "
He straightened up and slowly drew his ceremonial sword, a blade with pale reflections, inlaid with ancient symbols. Then, in a clean gesture, he planted it in the ground.
His eyes became bright gold.
In an instant, the air was charged with energy.
A sudden gust rose, swirling around him, lifting the herbs and making the cloaks of the spectators shiver. His stigma on his back shone and gave off an immense aura that spread throughout the sanctuary, crossing the field with controlled power.
Subsequently, Raphael's aura then changed, taking the form of eight huge golden angel wings on her back.
In the crowd, Arya, who had her arms crossed, let a smile of excitement appear on her lips.
"You never disappoint me my brother, one day I will catch up with you," she said, with a flame of excitement in her eyes.
As for Anna Ingriss, she let a smile of pride appear on her lips as she observed this demonstration.
"CimFtera... You have become strong my son." she whispered proudly.
The swords reacted immediately to Raphael's power: veins of golden light lit up on the blades, tracing ancient symbols. One by one, these luminous fragments extended, current from sword to sword, as if the entire field was resonating.
At the same time, each family member activated their power. Their eyes became golden, and they released their auras.
At that precise moment, Lucas opened his eyes wide.
His gaze, until then deep red, slowly turned golden, shining with an almost supernatural intensity.
The link had just been established, and Lucas resonated with the family power, thus completing the first stage.
The ceremony was about to begin.
To be continued...
The Ingriss family stigmate evolves through different levels, determining the power of each member of the family. This evolution is distinguished by the increase in the number of wings appearing on the backs of its members. The more wings, the greater the might.
Here are some different levels:
- Ftera (A wing)
- TwoFtera (2 wings)
- TriFtera (3 wings)
- QuaFtera (4 wings)
- FivFtera (5 wings)
- SixFtera (6 wings)
- SeenFtera (7 wings)
- CimFtera (8 wings)
- NineFtera (9 wings)
- VecaFtera (10 wings)
- EinFtera (11 wings)
- And still other levels...
Here are some different levels:
- Ftera (A wing)
- TwoFtera (2 wings)
- TriFtera (3 wings)
- QuaFtera (4 wings)
- FivFtera (5 wings)
- SixFtera (6 wings)
- SeenFtera (7 wings)
- CimFtera (8 wings)
- NineFtera (9 wings)
- VecaFtera (10 wings)
- EinFtera (11 wings)
- And still other levels...
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