Year - 2351
A shadowed figure stood, overlooking a village miles outside of Tokyo, Japan. The government had been using the village to mine iron in exchange for it's protection. The japanese IronMan Militia, a secret branch of it's military, had forced the villagers into slavery.
34 years ago the free world had been lost, overrun by what are only known as Keshin, monsters from another world. Governments began closing off major cities across the planet in hopes of protecting their citizens, but high walls and guns could only prolong the inevitable. Millions were lost as cities began to fall and when the world needed to unite the most it did what it did best. It divided. Then something amazing happen.
During the Keshin massacre in Tokyo, Japan thousands were slaughtered as the city began to fall. News stations around the world watched as one man rose to stand against the onslaught, and to their surprise the city was saved. The Keshin were shown no mercy before his blade and the world fell silent as the first of a people known as Seal Barers rose in response to the Keshin pandemic.
Since, Seal Barers began to arise across the globe and their Nations rallied behind them. Companies fought for endorsement rights to these god-like beings as a new wave swept the nation. But little did the world know that it was only the beginning of something far greater.
A soldier lit a cigarette as he gazed out at the night sky. The stars seemed brighter tonight, or the sky seem darker. There was an ominous feeling in the air that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
The villagers were slowly about their work as usual as the Militia made their rounds. Everything seem normal but an eerie feeling continue to cling below the surface.
"Do you feel that?" he asked another man who held his military issue assault rifle as if they were at war.
"Yea, something doesn't feel right." the man responded scanning the area for anything suspicious.
A miner walked past them with a wheel barrel full of supplies. His back wasn't bent nor was his skin dirty from a day's work. They could see from his long dreds and slightly darker complexion that he wasn't full Japanese. They'd never seen this man before.
"Hey, you!" the soldier cried, stopping the man where he stood. "Who are you?"
The interruption didn't go unnoticed, beckoning the attention of the surrounding Militia. Weapons were aimed ready to kill at the slightest threat.
The man remains silent, never so much as making eye contact.
"Hey, I'm talking to you. I'm only going to ask you one more t..." the soldier began.
A wolf emerged from the man's shadow, attacking the soldier.
"Dreg!" another soldier screamed as he began to fire his weapon from a hightower.
The man appeared before him cutting him in two with a blade the color of the darkest Obsidian and the light of the Moon. Screams rang through the air as the wolf tore through the flesh of every man around. The villagers cried in terror as they began to escape.
"Where do you think you're going! No one leaves unl..." was all the gatekeeper could say before a scythe tore through his neck.
"Go!" the man screamed before a light erupted from his palm blowing the gate wide open.
The villagers shoved their way through the gate in a panic as the sounds of gunfire, screams and wolves filled the night sky. An old man turned to look back on the carnage in horror. Dozens of wolves now ripped through the soldiers as if they were nothing but children. Where every wolf fell two rose in its place. The village burned as the Keshin slaughtered their captors and a black sun hung in the night sky. As the old man looked closer at the ball of darkness that was sure to bring the destruction of the only home he'd known, there floated the man that started it all.
"Who is this man?" he cried as if he were witnessing the wrath of a God.
And as the darkness descended from the heavens the village was no more...