novelraw Chapter 189: Arrival In Aetherion Planet
Chapter 189: Arrival In Aetherion Planet
Marcus had built his own team over the years—fighters, thinkers, and a few students who could break a wall just by looking at it wrong.
His first student was Cyran Kade, a shadow-warrior who could turn invisible and move through walls. Quiet, smooth, and always appeared behind you during conversations. Later he became teacher.
Then came Sana Pyre, a fierce girl who could breathe fire and control it like it was her dance partner. Her hair was always warm (and sometimes literally on fire). She had burned through 14 training dummies and 3 couches in her first week.
Next was Nyra Frost, who controlled ice and snow like a winter queen. She never got cold, never slipped on ice, and could freeze an entire room just by sighing. She acted cool and distant—but she always watched over her friends.
Then there was Rex Hollow, the team’s speedster. He could run faster than sound, and talk even faster. He’d start a sentence, finish three more, and leave you standing there trying to figure out what just happened.
And last—there was Damon Vale, Marcus’s own son.
Damon was younger than the others, a bit shorter, and definitely more playful. He cracked jokes in training, made boulders dance like puppets, and once shaped a giant rock chair just to avoid sitting on the cold ground.
His power? He controlled stone and earth. With a stomp or a clap, he could lift rocks from the ground, shape them into shields or fists, or send waves of stone rippling through the earth.
Even though he was still learning, and sometimes messed up a little (like the time he accidentally buried the garden shed), he had great potential.
Marcus trained all of them hard.
No sleeping in.
No excuses.
No "oops I forgot" allowed—unless your room had exploded.
But even with all the rules, the students respected him deeply. He believed in them. And he believed they would one day lead the new world.
And sometimes, when things were quiet, you might still find Marcus and Alaric Wynn—two old friends—sitting across from each other, drinking tea and pretending not to smile.
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While most countries focused on peace, technology, and growing stronger to protect their people, some dreamed of ruling all of Aetherion.
One such place was a distant, secretive land known as Malvara.
Malvara lay far beyond the quiet mountains of Dravaris and the peaceful green lands of Velmora. You’d have to cross oceans, wild skies, and endless storms just to reach it.
For many years, Malvara stayed silent. Its borders were closed. Its ships rarely seen. Its messages to the world were cold and carefully planned.
But behind that silence, something dangerous had been growing.
During the war between Cremika and Sonchi, the world discovered the existence of Etherbon because of the famous Tornado King. But what the world didn’t know—was that all of Cremika’s advanced weapons and tech were secretly supplied by Malvara.
Cremika lost the war, but Malvara watched quietly, waiting.
After the Etherbon became known to the world, Malvara finally opened a school too. But it wasn’t like the schools in Velmora or Dravaris.
Malvara’s school was built in a dark and isolated land, surrounded by steep mountains and the cold, black waters of the Tharun Sea. No one stumbled upon it by accident.
And it wasn’t really a school. It was a training camp.
Its leader was Lord Cyras Dren—a powerful Etherbon with cruel beliefs and even more dangerous powers.
Unlike Marcus Vale or Alaric Wynn, Cyras didn’t guide or protect. He didn’t want peace. He didn’t care about balance.
He ruled with charm, fear, and control. He smiled gently, spoke softly, and dressed in red and black robes—but behind his calm voice was a mind always planning something.
Cyras’s power was terrifying. He could absorb energy from anything—punches, fire, lightning, explosions—and turn it into strength. The more he was attacked, the stronger and faster he became. Almost nothing could kill him.
He believed that Etherbon were better than normal people. In his eyes, they were not just different—they were born to rule. The rest of the world was weak, leftover dust.
He called this idea the Birthright Doctrine.
According to him, the Etherbon were chosen by the planet. Everyone else? Just servants waiting to kneel.
Many people didn’t believe in Cyras’s way of thinking. But a few did. And those few became his first squad.
He didn’t call them students. He called them the Veilborn—the ones who stepped out of the shadows to take the world for themselves.
In this group, Cyras Dren handpicked each member.
There was Vekta—a silent and deadly woman who could twist the air. With just a wave of her hand, she could crush metal and knock down buildings. Her powers were invisible, but anyone who stood against her never forgot. She rarely spoke and followed Cyras without question.
Then came Grak the Red, known as the Dimensional Striker.
He could teleport in a blink, appear behind enemies without warning, and vanish just as fast. Grak loved chaos. He smiled during fights and enjoyed sneaking into places he shouldn’t be. He was quick, sharp, and dangerous.
Drayla, called the Siren Illusionist, was as clever as she was strange.
She created illusions so real, they could burn your skin or freeze your bones. She spoke in riddles and liked to confuse her enemies before striking. Her tricks played with the mind, making people see and feel things that weren’t real.
Then there was Magnal, known as the Kinetic Juggernaut.
He didn’t say much. But when he moved, the ground shook. He could take any hit—punches, bullets, explosions—and store that energy inside him. Then he’d release it all at once in powerful spinning attacks, breaking everything in his path.
Karen, called the Flame Wielder, was fast, fiery, and full of attitude.
He had wings made of pure fire that helped him fly. His punches burned like lava, and he could throw fireballs big enough to scare a whole army. He joked a lot, even in battle, but he had a soft spot for Elira, though he’d never admit it.
And finally, there was Elira Frost, known as the Ice Diamond.
She had two dangerous powers. She could enter minds—read thoughts, erase memories, and even control people. And when she wanted, she could turn her body into glowing, unbreakable diamond. She looked calm, spoke softly, and never showed fear. People listened when she spoke—because they knew she didn’t need to raise her voice to win.
Elira was more than a fighter—she was Cyras’s closest ally.
She trained others to guard their minds, and even the best telepaths—like Wynn—couldn’t read her thoughts.
To the world, Malvara acted calm and peaceful.
They said they were neutral. They avoided wars. They smiled in meetings.
But behind closed doors, something else was happening.
The Veilborn were not training to protect—they were training to take control.
While Velmora trained protectors and Dravaris trained defenders, Malvara was preparing rulers—powerful Etherbon meant to lead, not follow.
The Veilborn worked in secret. They whispered to kings, made promises to greedy leaders, and threatened those who were afraid.
And while the world kept watching its borders, waiting for peace or trouble...
Cyras Dren, the ruler of Malvara and the leader of the Veilborn, waited quietly. He didn’t speak in public. He never joined other nations or made threats. But while others talked about peace, Cyras studied their weaknesses.
He knew Velmora and Dravaris weren’t enemies, but they didn’t truly trust each other either.
Alaric Wynn of Velmora taught peace, unity, and kindness.
Marcus Vale of Dravaris taught strength, discipline, and being ready for danger.
They respected each other—but their ideas were too different. They stood like tall towers on two sides of a wide bridge, never meeting in the middle.
And Cyras saw a chance.
"They won’t fight each other," he said quietly, sitting in his dark, round hall made of black stone.
"Not yet. But if I show them enough smoke... they’ll believe there’s already a fire."
The Veilborn listened without a word as he explained the plan.
He sent Corven Thorne, the silent infiltrator of the Veilborn, to lead a secret mission.
A group of Etherbon, disguised as Dravaran agents, attacked a Velmoran research station hidden in the woods of Vel-Thalrin, near the border.
They struck in the middle of a stormy night—burning supply trucks and destroying buildings.
They left behind fake Dravaran weapons, symbols, and even forged messages—all created by Elira Frost to make it look real.
Two days later, a Velmoran diplomat was killed. His car was crushed like a tin can—clearly done with magnetic powers.
But it wasn’t Marcus Vale.
It was Grak the Red, who used a stolen device that copied Marcus’s magnetic signature perfectly. The trick worked.
People started to believe what Cyras wanted them to believe.
Even though both Marcus and Alaric denied everything, doubt had already started. Government leaders began meeting in secret. People started to whisper in fear.
"Why is Dravaris moving soldiers close to Velmora’s border?"
"Why did Velmora increase their Etherbon testing this month?"
"Why have both academies stopped student exchange programs?"
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Far away in Malvara, Cyras Dren stood before a large viewing screen, watching as the pieces of his plan began to move.
"This is how empires fall," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Beside him, Elira Frost stood with arms crossed. She gave a soft smile—calm, as always—but then turned to him with a question.
"But I don’t think this will be enough to start a war," she said. "Tensions are rising... but no one has pulled a sword yet."
Cyras didn’t seem surprised. He nodded slowly, eyes still fixed ahead.
Outside, towns near the borders had grown tense. Soldiers were stationed in silence. People looked over their shoulders.
But war had not yet begun.
"I know," Cyras said. "That’s why I need you for the next step."
He turned toward her now, voice firm but quiet.
"It’s time. I need you to go to Dravaris. I have a plan... one that will light the fire for real."
Elira didn’t blink. She simply nodded, and heard all his plan.
Without another word, she turned and walked away—ready to play her part in the next move that would shake the world.
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Meanwhile, Sharky and his wives arrived in the Truella Galaxy through the portal.
They were amazed by what they saw—so many different kinds of planets, some bright, some dark, some large, and others glowing like jewels in space. But one planet stood out. It was blue and green, and looked very much like Earth.
As they flew closer, the colors of the planet became clearer. It looked peaceful from above.
They didn’t know the name of the planet yet, but it was called Aetherion.
Their feet touched the ground in a place called Dravaris, and from what they saw, it was clearly the year 1962—judging by the way people lived and dressed.
The buildings looked old, with fancy designs from earlier times on Earth. Big flags hung from walls, showing respect for the country’s leaders.
The streets were full of people. Women wore graceful dresses, and men were in suits and hats, just like Earth’s 1960s. Classic cars rolled down the roads, shining under the sun.
Sharky, Rosie, and Sophia landed near a big mansion. But something unusual caught their attention right away.
Right outside the mansion, a serious fight was going on.
A girl with diamond-like skin was in the middle of a battle against two men.
One of the men was controlling metal like it was a toy—bending and shaping it without even touching it. The other had one hand pressed against his head, eyes narrowed in focus.
Sharky watched carefully and guessed that the man holding his head was using some kind of mind power—maybe reading thoughts or controlling others.
The diamond girl fought hard, but the man with mind powers managed to stop her for a few seconds.
That was all the other man needed.
He quickly used his power to twist metal from a nearby bed frame and wrapped it around the girl’s neck, hands, and legs—completely trapping her.
Now that she couldn’t move, the mind-reader stepped closer and tried to scan her mind.
A moment later, he shouted to the man controlling metal, "Marcus! Cyras is planning to start a world war. We have to stop him."
The mood changed immediately. Both men became serious, knowing how dangerous Cyras was.
Sharky, Rosie, and Sophia stayed hidden and watched closely. They now understood these men were trying to stop a disaster from happening.