Long long ago life came forth in a land full of dirt, seemingly endless without anything unique to its nature. Then an essence second in age of this ball of dirt came forth and in an instance, life came bursting from dirt that stood. As years passed by one of its intellectual inhabitants the humans grew in numbers

But never had that become the deciding factor of their survival, it only meant to say the monsters have bountiful meals. Days became weeks, weeks became months, till it shifts to years. A decade later their reign over the world was but a step closer and their terror reached a century

The inhabitants lived in hiding as their numbers regressed and their strength was nowhere near enough to fight. But as they retreated into the wilderness, their bodies unfolded, and a sensation, unlike anything crept into their frail demeanor. This was mana an energy that lies dormant in their body waiting for the time when they left their houses and return to the wild

The monsters were about to claim their throne as the conquerors of this world but their endeavors were thwarted. A band of masters along with their followers led the charge into a bloody war riddled with pain suffering and loss. As the battle goes on and their powers grew they vanished these fiends and victory was theirs to claim

Some might say this was the end, everything after this was the start of a life full of peace and prosperity. But such thoughts were only seen in the minds of a child, so innocent and pure unlike the adults rid of such specialties. Their fear of monsters never vanished but shifted to the ones who ended their suffering the people known as heroes

Sorcerers were a small number of the total populous, gifted with such world-bending power in the palm of their hands. In fear of this ever-growing force lingering in their bodies, the fearful betrayed their saviors and branded them as devils. War ensued from magical to the norms and the results came the sorcerers cutting ties

Far far away they go, a place of their origin a land enchanted by the powers they vanquished the fiends of the past. In the mystical land, they stay, and the manaless remains and built a society bent on hatred against the supernatural. This place is far from the mystical ways and full of human ingenuity lies a boy peculiar from everyone else