CHAPTER 38: THE TRUTH ABOUT NOCTIFELIS (1)

In Arventia Online, magical beasts in some very rare cases would possess something known as Special Traits.

Some of these traits include Draconic, Angelic, Void, even Demonic—and of course, Divine.

Only a very small number of beast species are born with Special Traits, and most of them belong to the legendary tier. In a way, Special Traits are like marks of destiny, symbols that set these creatures apart as beings of extraordinary power. Among them, the Divine Trait stands at the very peak, almost never seen except in beasts tied in some way to the gods themselves. For example, the Guardian Deity of Silvervein Clan, Lord Siamelumis.

But... a Divine Trait on the Noctifelis?

That makes no sense at all!

At first, it seemed like a mistake. Yet every single Noctifelis—no matter where or how it was encountered—displayed this trait in its status. That consistency left the community puzzled, and theories began to spread.

Some speculated that hidden lore would one day reveal the truth—perhaps the Noctifelis were descendants of divine beings, or maybe they were once guardians of a forgotten god. Others argued it might be a foreshadowing of a massive storyline yet to be unlocked.

Yet, even with countless patches and major updates, the developers have never provided an answer. No quest, no document, no hint has shed light on why the Noctifelis carry such an exalted trait.

Because of this, the Divine Trait—alongside the infamous Sixfold Sacred Suppression, a unique curse bound only to the Noctifelis—remains one of the greatest unsolved mysteries in Arventia Online.

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Now, thanks to Lord Siamelumis, Mimi finally caught a glimpse of what had truly happened.

Just as she had long suspected, the Noctifelis was indeed once connected to a god—

or, to be precise, a goddess.

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The general lore of Arventia went like this:

In this universe, two primordial factions had been locked in war since the very dawn of time.

The first was Abyssia. Its vast dominion stretched endlessly, a realm of corruption and shadows where the land itself seemed alive with malice. Rivers ran thick with black miasma, skies were veiled in crimson clouds, and its endless plains swarmed with terrifying, bloodthirsty creatures whose only instinct was to devour and destroy. Over all of them reigned the Primordial Abyssal Gods—ancient beings of unfathomable power, embodiments of chaos and terror who sought to drown all existence in darkness.

Standing against them was Arventia, a realm brought into being by the divine as a sanctuary for creation. It was meant to be the opposite of Abyssia—a world not of conquest, but of hope. Here the sunlight warmed green forests and golden fields, stars glittered like jewels in the night sky, flowers bloomed in endless colors, and rivers flowed pure and clear. Humans, beasts, and magical races lived side by side, not without hardship, but under the grace of a world where freedom, beauty, and love could flourish. It was not perfect, but compared to the nightmare of Abyssia, it was a true paradise.

And so, the eternal struggle began. Time after time, Abyssia sought to invade—unleashing armies of horrors to corrupt and consume. Their incursions scarred the land, turning peaceful fields into battlefields and leaving entire kingdoms in ruins.

Meanwhile, the gods of Arventia fought back with everything they had. Countless divine wars raged across the skies, the seas, and the very earth itself. Though many sacrifices were made—both mortal and divine—Arventia endured. Against all odds, the light of their world still shone to this very day.

Yet it was not only the gods who stood in the war. Humans, elves, dwarves, beastfolk, and countless other magical races also rose to fight. Though fragile compared to gods, their courage and determination proved unshakable.

And so, seeing their potential, the gods of Arventia granted them gifts and powers, allowing mortals to stand beside the divine in battle.

Thus came the birth of the so-called game-like systems: status, quests, and the countless dungeons scattered across the land. All of these were part of a grand design—a way for the gods to cultivate powerful humans who could aid them in their struggle.

That is why heroes like Draco and Ariana are often called to the borderlands: to stand with the gods of Arventia and repel the endless assaults of Abyssia.

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Now, regarding the Noctifelis...

They were once the cherished companions of Necrosia, a goddess who long ago stood as one of Arventia’s protectors. In her age, she was worshiped and adored by countless mortals, her temples filled with prayers, offerings, and songs sung in her name. Yet now, her memory has nearly vanished—her name erased from mortal lips, surviving only in the whispers of the divine.

Necrosia had been Fauveline’s closest friend. The two goddesses were inseparable, their bond forged in countless struggles against Abyssia’s dark tides.

Necrosia herself was known to be a passionate lover of cats—a true cat lady in every sense. And coincidently, Fauveline was the Goddess of Magical Beasts!

And so, on one of her birthdays, Fauveline sought to honor her dearest friend. She presented her with the greatest gift imaginable: 1,001 magical cats! Each born from divine starlight and shadow, their fur dark as midnight!

Needless to say, Necrosia was overjoyed beyond words. She named them Noctifelis, and from that day forward, they became her treasured companions.

And just like that, within Necrosia’s domain, the Noctifelis thrived. Her realm echoed with playful meows, soft purrs, and the gentle laughter of their goddess. They were not mere pets but sacred familiars, creatures bound to her divinity itself.

But then...

All of that changed around two thousand years ago.

Necrosia was suddenly accused of betrayal.

She was suddenly accused of betraying Arventia, of turning her back on the divine and allying with the Abyssia Gods.

Even Fauveline herself did not know the truth of what had happened. All she knew was that, without warning, Heaven issued a decree of judgment against her dearest friend.

One moment, Necrosia’s domain was filled with peace. The next, the skies split open with blinding light.