In the year 643 after the Great Eclipse, and after thirty-five years had passed since the nightmare ended and the defeat of Lord of Darkness Claridis, the Kasterlok family resolved to adopt a completely new approach, radically different from its former ways. During that era, the family was led by the son of Ronald Kasterlok, known as Jimmy Kasterlok.
However, things were not as they appeared. Ronald died under mysterious circumstances just ten days after the birth of his son. To this day, his death remains unexplained, leaving no trace that reveals either the manner of his demise or the reason behind it.
In the history books, he was nicknamed "The Brave Reckless" because he became known for his daring actions and dangerous risks, which he took without hesitation or fear. This title was also shared by his predecessor, Somia Kasterlok, who was famous for her courage and impulsiveness. The difference between them was that Ronald always kept a clear head even when acting recklessly, while Somia was completely careless.
As for Jimmy Kasterlok, Ronald's first and only son, he took over the family leadership when he turned twenty-five. In the early years of his life, his mother, Ariana Luriado, managed the family affairs with wisdom and patience until her son grew up. Once Jimmy reached maturity and took on responsibility, he assumed leadership from his mother and began his own chapter in running the family.
After about four years of leading the family, Jimmy decided to get married. However, he faced a few minor problems from outside the family because of the Hashashin, which he handled easily. On the other hand, there was his adopted brother, Duran Shiper, who was directly renamed Duran Kasterlok by Ronald's command. This change caused some complications within the family. It was not easy for Jimmy, especially since Duran was not Ronald's real son. The situation was made even more complicated by the clear difference in their skin tones—Jimmy had dark skin, while Duran was white. This led outsiders to suspect that Duran was Ronald's true son, creating an atmosphere of tension and problems that Jimmy had to manage.
For this reason, in the year 649 after the Great Eclipse, and after many years of planning and careful thought, Jimmy Kasterlok announced that the Kasterlok family would undergo a major change in its internal system. He decided to split the family into two groups, known as the "main family" and the "sub-family"—a move that some saw as bold and innovative. In addition, Jimmy reshaped the Senate to match these new changes and to ensure a fair distribution of power. To be fair, he appointed his half-brother Duran as the leader of the sub-family. This was not an easy decision, but it was made for two main reasons: first, because Jimmy wanted to strengthen the family from within, and second, to clearly separate his role from that of his half-brother in an organized way without causing further conflicts.
This decision, although controversial in some aspects, brought many benefits to the Kasterlok family. The family became more expansive and efficient in completing tasks thanks to the division of responsibilities between the two branches. The main family focused on dealings with kings and princes and addressing political matters, while the sub-family specialized in trade and managing regions under the family's rule. This well-thought-out division allowed the family to thrive and achieve balance in various areas of its work.
However, one aspect of this decision sparked debate among family members: the method of choosing the VARADIS and the heir to the family leader. Jimmy tended toward restricting the selection of the VARADIS to the children of the main family only, specifically those with pure blood—a concept continuously supported by his wife, Samia Lourdé, which further solidified this approach in his mind. Despite this, Jimmy chose to maintain balance within the family. He decided that the selection of the VARADIS would remain exclusive to the main family, while the heir to the leader would be determined through a competition consisting of three rounds held among the candidates—a tradition aimed at choosing a capable individual who could fully bear the responsibility. In this way, the family managed to maintain a perfect balance and continued on this path for a long time.
In the year 750 after the Great Eclipse, Jimmy Kasterlok reached the end of his long and eventful journey, passing away at the age of approximately 129 years. He became the first person in the history of the Kasterlok family to live this long and was nicknamed "The Elder" for his remarkable lifespan. His death was natural, caused by old age, yet he left behind a significant legacy.
One of the touching moments recorded about Jimmy in his later years was when he reached the age of eighty and lost his half-brother, Duran, who passed away due to a severe illness. This event deeply saddened Jimmy and left a lasting impact on him. In a moment of reflection and regret, Jimmy admitted that he wished he had been kinder to his only brother. This remorse stayed with him until the end, becoming one of the most human aspects of a life that spanned more than a century.
The leadership of the family after him was taken up by his grandchildren, naturally and without any internal conflicts. Credit for this stability goes to the Senate, which kept matters in order among the Kasterlok family members to prevent any issues. At the same time, the third VARADIS was chosen, carrying the name of the family's eldest ancestor and founder, Krogal Kasterlok.
Still, the role of the third VARADIS held no real purpose, as the Lord of Darkness, Claridis, had not reappeared even after 140 years—double the time it took for him to return after his second defeat at the hands of the first VARADIS, Rawen Kasterlok, in the year 282 after the Great Eclipse. And it didn't stop there; another 50 years passed with no sign of him. To the world, this was seen as a wonderful thing, as it was understood that evil had vanished entirely and would never return again, given that more than a century had gone by without any indication of his presence.
But this calm did not fool the Kasterlok family. Despite their relief at Claridis' absence, they remained ever vigilant and cautious, suspicious of this eerie and uneasy peace.
In the year 810 after the Great Eclipse, the Kasterlok household witnessed the birth of an extraordinary child, radiating an aura that set him apart from all his peers. His beauty was striking, as he seemed to have inherited his mother's elegance and his father's features. When it came time to choose a name for the newborn, the decision was given deep thought, until his mother stepped forward and proposed a unique name: Granadil Kasterlok.
Granadil Kasterlok, born in the year 810 after the Great Eclipse, was incredibly unique from the moment he entered the world. He proved his distinctiveness and brilliance day by day, month by month, and year by year. By the time he was just four months old, he began taking his first eager steps—as if the world itself was waiting for him to show his true potential. By the age of a year and a half, he started speaking, and before he turned four, he spoke fluently with a confidence and clarity that amazed everyone around him.
Granadil was a genius in every sense of the word. The skills he displayed—whether it was his engaging way of talking or his talent with the sword—made him a great source of pride and admiration, not only for outsiders but especially for his parents. His parents, Akard Kasterlok and Neven Lutris, loved him dearly—not only because he was their only child, but also because he inspired them every moment and represented the dream they had always shared. They were always by his side, encouraging him and giving him constant support, as if they saw in him a reflection of their hopes and mutual love.
However, the only challenge this gifted young man faced was that he was born into the sub-family. This made the Senate look at his case with seriousness. They saw him as the future of the family and were convinced that his natural place was to lead as the next VARADIS, without any rival or competitor. Granadil managed to easily outshine all his peers from both the sub-family and the main family, even defeating the seasoned knights of the family—all by the age of fifteen. This remarkable achievement earned him the reputation of being truly blessed.
After a full month of research and discussions, the Senate reached a decision. They agreed that both Akard Kasterlok and Neven Lutris would be recognized as members of the main family after much careful thought and consultation—a decision that fulfilled a dream they had long believed was impossible. With this, Granadil Kasterlok officially became a member of the main family, gaining all the rights and positions due to him.
That moment was the most wonderful experience for both Akard and Neven. They had always dreamed of such a significant change, but deep down neither ever imagined it could become reality. Granadil was not only their son; he was the miracle that elevated their status. Their love and pride for him grew even more. Akard always said, "Granadil is not just our son—he is a gift from heaven to us," while Neven saw in him the light that brightened their lives.
When Granadil reached the age of twenty, he was appointed as the VARADIS , becoming the fourth VARADIS of the Kasterlok family. On that same day, his father, Akard Kasterlok , assumed the leadership of the family. He took over from Krogal Kasterlok, the third VARADIS, who was nicknamed "the copy" because he carried the name of the founder, Krogal bin Ekstarlov, yet he never managed to achieve any accomplishments that matched the greatness of his name.
This happened in the year 830 after the Great Eclipse, when Krugal Kasterlok retired from his post, leaving the leadership of the family to Akard Kasterlok and the VARADIS position to the miraculous boy, Granadil Kasterlok.
Although everyone described him as a genius and special, Granadil never cared about those titles—as if they were mere labels without real value. His role as VARADIS, which many had dreamed of, did not affect him at all. In fact, he often felt bored, as if the world around him offered no genuine challenges.
But this boredom did not last long. In a sudden moment, the Lord of Darkness Claridis returned—a figure everyone believed had vanished for good. He did not appear in the continent of Ogzallorg as usual; instead, he chose to show up in the continent of Forgaden, right in the garden of the Kasterlok Palace, where Akard and his wife Neven were peacefully seated—the very heart of the family. There, Claridis committed a crime that shook the family to its core. He coldly killed Granadil's parents, Akard and Neven, and left behind a mysterious message conveyed by one of the surviving guards:
"Your fate is death at my hands."
These words, though they might seem vague to others, were for Granadil a clear declaration of war—not against the family, but against him personally. He felt that the return of the Lord of Darkness was a direct challenge meant just for him. In that moment, a spark ignited inside him—a spark that stirred his heart. Because of it, he decided to take his role as VARADIS very seriously this time—more seriously than ever before.
In the days that followed, news of Lord of Darkness Claridis's return reached the rulers of the three continents, and details of his appearance in Forgaden—specifically at the Kasterlok Palace—spread quickly. While everyone was busy discussing what to do next, Granadil had already made up his mind. Without waiting for support or advice, he set off alone for Ogzallorg, determined to face Claridis himself.
When he set foot on the land of Ogzallorg, the Black Walkers—followers of the Lord of Darkness Claridis—stood before him like an unyielding wall. Yet Granadil did not hesitate for a moment. His eyes flashed with anger and contempt for anyone who dared to stand in his way. Moving swiftly among his enemies, he seemed like a terrifying specter in pursuit, using his immense physical strength and skills that surpassed even the craftiest warriors.
With every strike he delivered, Granadil's goal was not merely to defeat his opponent but to make each one realize the magnitude of the mistake their master had made. He took down Claridis' followers one by one, showing no mercy, treating them as insignificant obstacles in his path—and indeed, that's all they were in his eyes. The enchanted sword stones he carried bore silent witness to the chaos he created with his bare hands. He left no room for any wounded enemy to catch their breath; anyone who dared to approach him—or even think of doing so, if they were capable of thought—met only death.
Granadil showed no signs of mercy or hesitation. For him, the battle was a way to unleash his anger. His actions reflected a savage nature that had formed within him from the moment he lost his parents. The ground around him was littered with the remnants of the confrontation, with enemy bodies scattered in every direction—a testament to his unwavering decision: that anyone who followed the Lord of Darkness would face the same fate.
Amid this scene, Granadil stood, glaring at the remaining followers of Claridis with a height and fury that surpassed even the gaze of Claridis himself. It was as if he was sending a clear message: no one, regardless of their strength or loyalty to darkness, could stand against him. His silence spoke louder than any threat, and his movements conveyed the resolve of a warrior determined to reclaim everything and crush anyone in his way—regardless of the consequences, even if the one standing before him was one of his own kind.
"Annoying."
This single word was all Granadil muttered as he advanced through Claridis' hordes. It wasn't just an expression of frustration; it was a harsh judgment he passed on all who stood in his path. He moved forward with steady steps, walking as if he saw them only as minor obstacles to be removed. Whenever he faced the Black Walkers, the Stained, or the Transformed, he eliminated them with cold brutality, as if they were mere leaves scattered under the weight of his stride. His face bore no expressions of fear or pity; instead, it seemed hardened under the weight of the anger he carried within. Blood covered him entirely, but he paid it no mind—it was, in his view, merely evidence of the mission he had begun and would not stop until he completeed .
For days, Granadil continued moving through the dead lands of Ogzallorg, fighting non-stop without showing any signs of fatigue. His breathing remained steady, and his features stayed unchanged—except for the blood stains that covered his body and clothes. With every new encounter, his ferocity grew, as if he were testing the limits of his own strength.
Lord of Darkness Claridis soon realized that this man was not like the other members of the Kasterlok family he had faced before. Granadil was different—a threat that could not be ignored. That is why Claridis decided to leave his mighty fortress and confront him personally at a place filled with painful memories, the "Plain of the Dead," where the eternal war between the Lord of Darkness and the sons of Kasterlok (descendants of Krugal bin Ekstarlov) began. This time, Claridis was not just a leader and an embodiment of darkness; he was an enemy determined to prove that he remained the greatest power in existence.
When Granadil arrived at the plain, Claridis was there waiting for him, his famous black sword gleaming under a dark sky. As he saw Granadil, Claridis grimly smiled and said, "You have fine strength, but it won't help you against me."
Granadil replied without a trace of care, "Shut up, you're really annoying."
There was no room for further words. The two charged at each other with mutual hatred. Soon, Granadil's white sword with golden engravings clashed with Claridis' black sword, sending out a powerful shockwave and a terrifying echo that spread for hundreds of meters. The battle between them raged fiercely, and every move carried enough force to shatter the ground beneath their feet.
Claridis fought with a strength he had never shown before, using all the power he had kept hidden. But Granadil was a beast in human form, relentless in his attack despite the harsh blows he received. Every strike he delivered was like a new sword, cutting into Claridis' pride. When the Lord of Darkness finally felt he could no longer bear this humiliation, he unleashed his dark aura with intense anger—yet this time, darkness alone was not enough.
Granadil unleashed an aura of light—strong and pure like the sun at its peak—to counteract Claridis's darkness and completely cancel out its effect. For the first time, Claridis felt true helplessness—a feeling his power had never known before.
The battle in the "Plain of the Dead" turned into an epic clash between light and darkness. The intensity of their fighting shattered the very earth beneath their feet. Every move from both sides was marked by bloodshed and relentless strikes. Claridis screamed in rage while Granadil faced him with cold silence. With one final, resounding blow, Granadil shattered Claridis' sword and left him on the ground at his mercy. Granadil fought as a lord—what kind of lord? The Lord of Light, the first enemy of darkness.
"Lord of Darkness, Master of Black, King of the Transformed, King of Ruin and Chaos... It is shameful that the one who killed my parents is a damn failure like you. Get out of my sight."
These were the final words spoken by Granadil in a steady yet sharp voice—a final judgment from someone determined to spill blood at that very moment, targeting the very soul that had led to his transformation. Without hesitation, he delivered several deadly stabs into the body of the Lord of Darkness, Claridis. The screams of pain that rang out were anything but ordinary; they were like a sharp ringing filled with a mix of anger and terror. The earth trembled under Granadil's feet from the force of those cries, yet he remained unmoving and expressionless, his face as unyielding as a statue facing a storm.
As the form of the Lord of Darkness faded amid his final cries, Granadil stood watching the dissolution. In a heavy moment of silence, he muttered in a soft, yet sword-sharp tone:
"A suspicious smile... something you do every time you lose—that's what I've heard about you. But it seems there is no return for you after this loss, or perhaps you will come back again… As I see it, you are a man who loves to be humiliated."
Then Granadil turned and walked away.
After leaving the battlefield, the "Plain of the Dead"—once witness to the first conflict against the Lord of Darkness—became nothing more than ruins. Stones lay scattered, and craters were filled with blood, as if the earth itself had chosen to carry the mark of this encounter forever. Granadil showed no sign of sorrow or pain on his face, yet he moved through the devastation weighed down by memories of his parents. Inside, a whirlwind of emotions—anger, loss, and regret—raged within him, trapped deep down and unable to escape, leaving him feeling helpless before feelings he could not express.
When Granadil returned with his small boat to his ancestral home—his birthplace—he felt an unprecedented heaviness in his soul. He realized that he was coming back to a house now silent without his father's wise voice that once filled the space, and without his mother's smile that used to brighten his days, even though he had often struggled to express his feelings for them. Still, within him there was a deep longing, as if their absence left a void that could never be filled.
But Granadil resolved not to let these emotions overpower him. As soon as he stepped into the Kasterlok residence, he walked with steady, determined strides—each footstep echoing his commanding presence. The guards and assistants greeted him warmly, and the entire Kasterlok family looked on with pride and respect. Yet, as always, he paid no heed to the welcome. He had one purpose in that house—a final goal that would redefine his presence there.
At that moment, Granadil decided to begin with what he believed was the only thing he must do in the Kasterlok home—a decisive act that would herald a new chapter in his life, one to be recorded in history in everlasting ink.