In the 12th hour of the 9th day, the cosmic canvas of Veridia’s sky was no longer a blank page.
For decades, the world had been remade, not by Sunny’s intervention, but by a spark of demigod’s ingenuity that had ignited a fire of transformation across the very fabric of life.
The old races—elves, humans, dwarves, giants—looked up in a state of wonder and awe.
Where once only birds soared, now there were majestic and giant dragons weaving through the clouds, their scales shimmering with arcane light.
Below them, ethereal angels drifted, their forms radiating a soft, gentle light, and the clanging of armor heralded the flight of fierce Valkyries, their shields polished to a mirror shine.
This was the dawn of a new era, born from a profound discovery that a demigod’s blessing could transfer more than just a simple talent; it could transfer a pure magic spell.
It had begun with Nova’s blessing to the leader of the dragon-born, Thalorax.
Nova was already well versed in transformation magic, and even developed a magic spells to transform into the dragon born form.
She blessesed Thalorax with this magic spells as a test, the result of this test were astonishing.
Thalorax who was Dragon born was now able to use transformation magic to transform into a Dragon.
This discovery made all the Gods spend more time trying to discover such spells, many DemiGods even sought Nova for it.
The demigods of life, Uranus and Gaia, were quick to act on this revelation.
Their goal was simple: to bring a sense of order and purpose to the inevitable end of mortal life.
They worked tirelessly, weaving a transformation spell that allowed a being to transform their mortal body and take on the form of an angel by consuming mana.
It was a spell of immense complexity, a symphony of light magic and grace.
They began blessing lifeforms with this gift, starting with the races whose natural beauty and slender forms were best suited for the role.
The elves, with their elegant features, took the transformation effortlessly, as did the fairies, pixies, and certain graceful human, beastfolks and merfolk clans.
Their new forms were magnificent, radiating a gentle light that seemed to calm the very air around them.
But not every blessing was a perfect fit.
When a towering titan or a burly giant attempted the angelic transformation, the result was... unexpected.
Instead of an ethereal being of light, they became hulking masses of muscle with massive, feathered wings—powerful, yes, but far from the grace and elegance of their counterparts.
This led Uranus and Gaia to select their blessings with careful consideration, ensuring a balance of beauty and strength in their creations.
Even for Nova, if she blessesed a human or other lifeforms with transformation spell, they wouldn’t be able to use it, because this transformation required the blood of a dragon.
For those who were not chosen for the angelic path but still possessed a fiery spirit and a talent for combat, there was another path.
The demigods created the Valkyries, warriors blessed with formidable fighting skills and a powerful mastery of light magic.
Their purpose was solemn and vital, a necessary counterpoint to the gentle nature of the angels.
The angels, which were given the talent of Soul Plucker, had the sacred duty of carrying the souls of the virtuous to a new, ethereal realm—a fledgling heaven.
The Valkyries, armed with their courage and a shield of divine light, protected these souls from being devoured by the many lurking monsters on the way.
This newfound system of an afterlife, born from the collective will and hardwork of the demigods of life, was a raw, new concept, a path to the heavens that had never existed before.
It was a rudementry way, but both of them were working hard on perfecting this way.
While Uranus and Gaia were forging a path for the souls of the righteous, Umbra, the demigod of shadows, followed her own route.
She, too, mastered a transformation spell, her transformation magic worked like Loki’s shapeshifter talent, as she could transform into any lifeform.
But these transformation were only able to give her the shape of that lifeform, not the colour.
Thus, even after transformation, she was still black as a shadow.
She blessed certain races with the ability to become one with the shadows and also the transformation spell, giving rise to a new, mysterious shadow race.
They were silent hunters, unseen guardians who moved through the world like whispers in the dark.
However, all of these beings from the demigods were born from blessings.
Their powers were an extension of a spell, not an innate part of their being.
But this problem was soon solved by a lifeform.
It began with a single female dragon-born, a creature already blessed by Nova’s power. She sought to bear a natural-born dragon, a being that would embody the true, untainted power of the dragons.
For months, she held her full dragon form, a state that was physically and mentally taxing beyond measure.
To sustain the transformation, she consumed countless mana stones, each one a precious crystal of concentrated energy.
Nova, seeing her unwavering resolve, provided a constant supply of energy to her, a silent form of support in this unprecedented endeavor.
When the long, arduous pregnancy was finally complete, the female dragon-born laid a single egg.
The months that followed were filled with bated breath and quiet anticipation.
The world watched through the constant live stream of the system, as the egg finally cracked and from it emerged the first trueborn dragon—a creature of pure, innate power, its scales already shimmering dark glint.
This video spreaded like wildfire, with the title of ’a living testament to the power of the demigods and the resilience of their creations’
This single success inspired a new wave of creation.
Soon, natural-born Angels, Valkyries, and Shadow beings began to appear across Veridia, each one a living miracle that solidified their races’ place in the world.
And with this immense power came a necessary balance.
The truly powerful beings, like the true dragons, had an extremely low reproduction rate, a biological limitation that kept their numbers low and their power sacred.
They would remain a mythical, revered presence, not an overwhelming force.
The fifty years that followed saw the complete transformation of Veridia.
The very concept of life and death changed. With angels and Valkyries to guide them, lifeforms no longer feared oblivion; their existence now had a purpose, even in death.
This shift in belief created a sense of harmony and structure that had never before existed.
The demigods’ newfound mastery of blessings had a profound ripple effect throughout the world.