Protectors of Virtue, Master of the X-Blade & The Majestic Guardian of the Enchanted Wood Stadium Rock Type Beat
In ancient times, when the land lay smothered beneath endless forests, the spirits of the gods whispered through the roots and branches. These woods were not silent—they pulsed with the breath of colossal Beasts, guardians who owed their allegiance to the Great Spirit. For centuries they waited, restless, for the one destined to wield the X-Blade, the weapon forged from starlight and shadow. The call came at last. “Come with us,” the Beasts thundered, their voices shaking the canopy. “The king lies in peril. His fate entwines with yours. The child’s strength is not his own—beware, for it is borrowed from forces unseen.” But treachery lurked in the wild. The Lion, once noble, now a traitor, prowled in silence. His mane burned like dusk, his eyes gleamed with cunning. He led the innocent straight into a trap woven from despair and deceit. The forest itself seemed to bend to his will, branches curling into snares, shadows twisting into chains. And then— ...