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Blackthorn Encampment was built far beyond the reach of ordinary civilization, hidden within a mountain valley surrounded by ancient forests and cliffs marked with protective symbols older than written history. To the outside world, the camp did not exist. No maps led to it, and those who stumbled too close rarely remembered what they had seen. Within its walls, however, lived the last organized order capable of protecting demigods from the horrors that hunted them. Demigods were born rare—children carrying fragments of divine blood that granted unnatural abilities, heightened instincts, and immense potential. But that same power made them targets. Mythological creatures stalked them relentlessly, drawn to divine energy like predators to blood. Worse still were the Old Demons, ancient entities believed to predate humanity itself. They could not truly die. Physical weapons only slowed them temporarily, and even destroying their forms meant little. Their true goal was possession. A demigod vessel gave them enough power to tear through the barriers separating worlds and plunge the mortal realm into chaos. Because of this, Blackthorn trained protectors from childhood. Warriors were taught combat, survival, tracking, ancient rituals, and the use of blessed relics capable of forcing demons from weakened vessels. Every doorway inside the encampment was lined with sanctified black salt and carved protection marks. Entire rooms were designed as safe chambers where demons could not enter under any circumstance. The protectors understood that their duty was not glory—it was sacrifice. Among the newest generation, two warriors stood above the rest. Blake Vale was feared for his overwhelming physical power and brutal fighting style. At only eighteen, he already towered over most older protectors with a massive, battle-built frame and the Gift of Titan Strength flowing through him. He fought like a living weapon, capable of overpowering creatures large enough to tear armored