In the ancient times, long before the current inhabitants of Biringan City were born, the realm of Mayari was a place of wonder and harmony. The five great continents—Aruga, Dalisay, Luminao, Halimuyak, and Alitaptap—teemed with life, magic, and diverse civilizations. Each continent had its own unique environment and powers, inhabited by races with distinct abilities and customs.
For eons, these races lived in a delicate balance, each respecting the boundaries and powers of the others. But this peace was not to last. The first cry of Mayari—the cataclysmic battle that shattered the harmony of the realm—erupted without warning, leaving the land scarred and its people forever changed.
The reason for the war remains a mystery, lost to the ages. Ancient texts speak of a sudden betrayal, a forbidden magic, or a divine wrath, but none can say for certain what sparked the conflict. The truth is buried in the ruins of time, and the memories of those who witnessed the first cry of Mayari have long since faded.
In the heart of Aruga, beneath the canopy of the enchanted forest, the Diwata gathered in their great hall. Lumina, the radiant queen of the Diwata, stood at the center, her voice filled with sorrow. "My people, the peace we have cherished is under threat. The Aswang and Halimaw have crossed our borders, bringing darkness and death to our lands. We must defend ourselves."
Beside her, Tala, the bravest of the Bayani, clenched her fists. "We cannot allow this aggression to go unanswered. The Aswang and Halimaw must be driven back to Alitaptap, or they will consume us all."
In the depths of Luminao, the Lamanlupa king, Bato, rumbled his agreement. "Our tunnels are being invaded. We cannot remain idle while our homes are destroyed. The Anito will aid us, for their waters are being tainted by this war."
From the seas of Dalisay, the Anito leader, Alon, nodded. "The balance of our world is at stake. We must unite against this common enemy."
The coalition of Diwata, Bayani, Lamanlupa, and Anito formed an alliance, their combined might a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness. But the Aswang and Halimaw were not without their own allies. From the shadowy depths of Alitaptap, the Aswang queen, Lilith, and the Halimaw warlord, Gulgoth, summoned their forces, ready to unleash chaos upon the realm.
Lilith, her eyes burning with malevolent fire, addressed her troops. "The time has come to claim what is rightfully ours. The light of Aruga, the waters of Dalisay, the earth of Luminao, and the winds of Halimuyak will all bow before our might. We will shroud Mayari in eternal night."
Gulgoth, his monstrous form towering over the assembled Halimaw, roared his agreement. "We will crush our enemies and feast on their bones. This world will know the true meaning of fear."
The ensuing battle was cataclysmic. The skies of Mayari darkened with storm clouds and fire as the armies clashed. Magic and might collided, leaving the land scorched and scarred. The once serene forests of Aruga were set ablaze, the coral palaces of Dalisay shattered, the underground cities of Luminao collapsed, and the citadels of Halimuyak lay in ruins.
Amid the chaos, powerful beings from all races engaged in personal duels of immense power. Lumina faced Lilith in a duel of light and shadow, their energies clashing with such intensity that the very air crackled with their fury. Tala fought Gulgoth, her blade singing through the air as she matched his brute strength with her skill and valor. Bato and Alon combined their powers to defend their homelands, but even they struggled against the relentless tide of darkness.
As the battle raged on, a group of ancient elders from each race convened in secret. They recognized the futility of the conflict and sought to end the bloodshed. Through a powerful and forbidden ritual, they created a massive barrier, sealing away the most powerful beings who were too injured to continue fighting. This act brought a temporary peace, but it also erased much of the battle's history. The knowledge of why the war had started and the true extent of its devastation was lost, sealed within the memories of those who would never awaken.
In the present, the people of Mayari speak in hushed tones of the first cry. They know it as a time of great sorrow and loss, but the details remain shrouded in mystery. The fragments of history that remain tell of a betrayal and a great battle, but the truth has been obscured by time and the powerful magic that sealed it away.
In a hidden corner of Luminao, an ancient Lamanlupa elder named Tungkod whispered to his apprentice. "There was a time when our realm was whole, when we lived in harmony with the other races. The first cry changed everything. The wounds of that battle have never fully healed."
His apprentice, a young Lamanlupa named Bituin, looked up with wide eyes. "Will we ever know the truth, master?"
Tungkod sighed. "Perhaps one day, when the seals are broken and the slumbering ones awaken, we will learn what truly happened. Until then, we must remember the lessons of the past and strive to protect the fragile peace we have now."
As the elders of Biringan City discussed the recent events and the history of Mayari, they could not help but feel the weight of the past bearing down upon them. The war that had begun ages ago was far from over, and the scars of the first cry of Mayari still ran deep within the land and its people. They knew that the battle to protect their realm was not just against the enemies at their gates but also against the shadows of their own history.