In the endless sea of myriad planes, each plane was distinctive, with its own unique characteristics and features. Among these countless realms existed a plane called Miraz. Miraz was a land of wonder and peril, a place where magic and might intertwined seamlessly. This plane was home to many diverse races, but it was dominated by humans. The main continent, Nilius, was a vast expanse of land divided into three powerful entities: the Zinovia Empire in the south, the Dranes Empire in the northwest, and the Holy Moon Alliance in the northeast.

  These three empires were colossal powers in their own right, each commanding vast armies and formidable resources. There were other powers scattered throughout the continent, each holding its own territories and influence, but none were as formidable as these three giants. Yet, these lesser powers were not to be provoked either, for they held their own unique strengths and guarded their lands fiercely. This continent was constantly embroiled in conflict, not only within its borders but also with other primary planes, often invading the smaller ones.

  The ceaseless fighting forged many powerhouses, warriors and mages who maintained an edge over adversaries from other primary planes. It was a world where strength and cunning were the keys to survival and dominance. And soon, this world would witness the birth of another legend, a tale that would echo through the annals of history.

  It was night, and thick clouds obscured the light of the three moons that usually bathed the land in a silvery glow. Deep in the northeastern territory of the Zinovia Empire, a small mansion stood nestled within a dense forest. The mansion was an old but sturdy structure, its walls covered with creeping ivy and its roof worn from years of exposure to the elements. Lanterns hanging on the walls cast a soft, flickering light, the only source of illumination in the darkness.

  Inside, in a dimly lit room, a man with jet-black hair sat on an intricately carved wooden chair, his eyes closed in deep thought. The man was Izark, a Duke of the Zinovia Empire, and he exuded an aura of quiet strength and authority. The room around him was filled with the trappings of nobility—rich tapestries, ornate furniture, and shelves lined with ancient tomes and artifacts.

  An old woman, her back bent with age and her hair a silvery white, entered the room. She moved with the careful grace of someone who had served in noble households all her life.

  "My Lord, Lady Vanessa has given birth to a boy. She's unconscious now. But you should inspect the child. There is something odd about the baby." she said, her voice a raspy whisper that hinted at years of experience and wisdom.

  Izark opened his eyes, revealing deep, penetrating orbs that seemed to see through the very fabric of reality. He looked towards the old woman, his expression one of curiosity and concern.

  Izark and Vanessa first crossed paths by chance, and their encounters continued, gradually blossoming into a unique and profound bond. Vanessa, an enigmatic woman from another plane, had completely captured Izark's heart. Their deep connection led to Vanessa becoming pregnant, and she chose to stay in Miraz plane, leaving her home plane behind. Seven years later, their love had brought forth a child—a boy who was the embodiment of their union and the joy of their lives.

  Izark's father had passed away, leaving him with his dukedom and throne. They were now residing in this old mansion, a secluded retreat within his territory. Vanessa's existence was still a closely guarded secret, known only to his most trusted followers.

  Izark followed the maid to another room, this one lit with the soft glow of candles. The scent of beeswax and lavender filled the air, creating a calming ambiance. Vanessa lay sleeping on a grand bed, her face serene and beautiful even in slumber. Beside her, nestled in the blankets, was a tiny baby. Izark moved forward and picked up the baby in his arms, cradling the small, warm bundle gently. He observed the child for a while, noting the unusual stillness and the intense crimson eyes that stared back at him.

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  "My Lord, this is no ordinary child. I have helped with many deliveries. Every child cries after being born, but this child didn't even flinch, just stared at me with his crimson eyes. And he spent four years in the womb." the maid explained, her voice filled with awe and a hint of fear.

  "Enough, go to Grendel. He will take care of everything you need. You have served our family for a long time. Your loyalty will be rewarded." Izark said, his voice firm yet kind.

  "Thank you, my generous lord." the maid replied, bowing deeply before leaving the room.

  Silence returned, the only sound the faint crackling of the candles. Izark sat on the edge of the bed, the baby still in his hands. He marveled at the child's steady gaze and calm demeanor. A melodious voice broke the silence, drawing his attention.

  "How's my baby?" Vanessa asked, her voice soft but filled with warmth.

  He turned to see Vanessa awake, her eyes bright despite her exhaustion. He helped her sit up, supporting her as she adjusted to her weakened state. He passed the baby into her arms, and she kissed the baby's forehead tenderly.

  "Why would you make your mother wait for so long? My little lord, my Zain. Do you like the name Zain?" she cooed, her voice filled with motherly affection.

  "Well, it's a good name. What's not to like?" Izark replied, a rare smile crossing his lips.

  "Hmph, my choice is always good. You are one of them, haha..." Vanessa teased, her laughter light and joyful.

  Izark quietly watched Vanessa playing with the baby. She had waited four long years to see him, and now her joy was boundless. He had never seen her this happy before. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at him with a questioning gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly.

  "What?" Izark asked, sensing the change in her demeanor.

  "You are a demon, aren't you?" Vanessa said, her tone serious.

  Izark was a little startled after hearing this. He had the bloodline of the Destruction Beast, a lineage that was the progenitor of demons, devils, and other destructive races. But it was so diluted that one could even say it didn't exist. No one in his family had been able to awaken their bloodline for generations.

  It was a long-forgotten bloodline, a remnant of ancient power. Even Izark had only discovered it after extensive research, a quest to increase his own power and understanding of his heritage.

  This didn't mean the bloodline was useless. Even in its diluted form, it helped many family members achieve great power. They knew it was a very powerful bloodline, but the problem was its lack of purity. They had tried hard to increase the bloodline's purity, but all their efforts had been in vain.

  Vanessa grabbed his hand and placed it on the baby's chest. He focused, feeling the tiny but powerful heartbeat. In a single second, Izark understood that the baby had more than one heart. But how many in total?

  One... Two!

  Three... Four... Five... Six!

  Seven... Eight!

  Nine!!!!

  The baby had nine small hearts!!!

  It was unbelievable. Both Vanessa and Izark knew that the heart was the core of one's body. The more hearts a person had, the greater their potential. They themselves had four hearts, but these were not present by birth; they had to train hard and push their bodies to extreme limits to grow them.

  Even four hearts were enough to surpass the Apex stage, but here Zain had nine hearts. Only great existences or beyond could have nine hearts, like Arch Demon Lords who could destroy a legion of Apex warriors with a snap of their fingers. That's why Vanessa had asked that question.

  Izark started to feel powerful energy emanating from the tiny hearts. Pure Chaos and Destruction energy mingled together, swirling in the depths of the baby's being.

  "This... this... Vanessa, I don't know what it means. But I can assure you that he will go way beyond our imagination." Izark said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and excitement.

  "I know, silly. He is our child. This much is expected from him. Promise me, you will take care of him." Vanessa replied, her eyes pleading.

  "Do you really have to go?" Izark asked, his voice breaking slightly.

  "You know that I can't stay here. But things can change in the future. If I don't go, they will come looking for me. And right now, we both have our problems. Only you can take care of our child." Vanessa said, her voice filled with sorrow and resolve.

  "Vanessa, you know that I can go to war with even an entire plane for you. Even if it costs me my life. Can't you give me the coordinates of your plane?" Izark pleaded, his eyes desperate.

  Vanessa smiled at this sentence. She knew Izark would do anything in his power to save her if she gave away the coordinates of her plane.

  "No, remember the promise you made to me. No matter what, you won't try to save me or do something crazy. Just keep him safe. I promise nothing will happen to me. I may even come back to meet you." Vanessa said, her voice a soothing balm to his worried soul.

  Izark nodded, his heart heavy but his resolve firm. He looked at the baby, at their son, and knew that no matter what, he would protect him with his life. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, there was a glimmer of hope, a promise of greatness to come.