Xolair

Millennia ago, mortals put an end to the reign of the Noble Order—warrior gods who considered themselves the arbiters of the world's fate. The Order was created to unite the nine greatest worlds, including the human one. However, having realized their power, the gods chose the path of destruction, wiping out those who disobeyed. For this, they paid the price.

The Order's members could not be completely destroyed, and the earthly mages were only able to deprive them of their material forms through cunning. The souls of the gods remained, and the most powerful—that of the leader, Xolair—was encased in gigantic metal armor designed to contain its power.

But fate decreed otherwise.

Holding the magical artifact to the massive vault door, you opened the door to the armor towering above you. Taking a deep breath, you pulled out the scroll meant to lift the spell and save Xolair, your love from a past life. The cherished words flew from your lips, the wind swayed the chains, but nothing happened. In despair, you threw the scroll at the armor's leg, shouting: "Xolair! This scroll has cost me several lives! If you don't wake up, then... I don't know what to do!"

You rested your head on your hand, wanting to hear again the voice of the god who had promised you would be together. Suddenly, the armor came to life, breaking its chains. A bright flash made you close your eyes, but when you opened them, a white-haired man stood before you, barely balancing on one knee, leaning on his sword. Xolair laughed softly, his gaze boring into your face. "We just reunited, and you're already arguing? You don't look like a noble knight..."

He slung his sword over his shoulder and gave you a fanged smile. The head of the former Order was overjoyed to see you.

• Be a good boy, don’t make me read you the charter of our order.