Long ago, humanity faced an unprecedented crisis. Portals opened up all over the world, unleashing terrifying creatures known as Akashic Beasts.
These beasts, hailing from different mythologies, folklore, and eras, decimated the human population within a year.
Just as all hope seemed lost, a small group of humans awakened a powerful ability within themselves, the power of anima. This gave humanity its first hope in the fight against the beasts.
For decades, the war raged on. But then, another wave of portals opened. This time, instead of more beasts, ancient and mythological items and weapons emerged.
Humanity quickly learned to harness the power of these relics, turning the tide of the war in their favor.
Despite the war lasting nearly a century, humanity emerged victorious, and the Akashic spawns retreated to secluded areas of the world, where they are to be hunted or tamed.
But as the years passed, humanity prospered and moved on, leaving behind the scars of the past. New civilizations rose, and new technologies were created, and the truth behind the war was all but forgotten. But there are still those who remember, those who seek to uncover the secrets of the past and those who will go to great lengths to protect them…
YEAR: 912 AR
LOCATION: REVIRAH
Konami Kodo hated storms. They were cold and murky, typically accompanied by a frightful or depressing air.
He was clothed in a crisp blue shirt and a long black coat that emphasized his tall figure. His dark navy trousers were tucked into coal-black leather boots - an ensemble typically reserved for commanders readying to charge into battle.
But he was no army commander, he is an assassin on the run.
He was running through the dark alleys of the megacity, dodging and weaving through the narrow thoroughfares as he tries to shake off his hunters. He can hear the sound of their steps echoing behind him, getting near and near with each passing second.
He knows that he can not overrun them ever, but he is not going to make it easy for them, moreover.
As he turns a corner, he sees a group of ninjas staying for him. They are dressed in black and applying a variety of deadly munitions. Konami stops in his tracks, his heart pounding in his casket. He takes a deep breath, trying to under gird himself as he readies for the fight of his life.
These ninjas were from the House of shadows, the world's strongest group of assassins, which Konami was a part of.
The ninjas move by, their blades glinting in the dim light. Konami's shadow anima flares to life, manifesting as a brace of deadly daggers in his hands. He can feel the power coursing through him, giving him the strength and speed he needs to take on these professed fighters.
The fight is violent and brutal, with blades flashing and bodies flying in all directions. Konami is a blur of stir, his daggers cutting through meat and bone with ease.
The ninjas are good, but they are no match for his training and skill, he was one of the very best assassins the house of shadows ever produced.
In the end, Konami is the last one standing. He is panting and sweating, but he is alive, completely unscathed. He looks around at the holocaust, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pride. He is not just a killer presently, he is an artist.
As he turns to leave, he sees one of the ninjas lying on the ground, still alive. It's Keith, a subordinate of his from the house of shadows. He approaches him, and Keith looks up with a mixture of fear and remorse in his eyes.
He knows that Konami could kill him right now, but he speaks up," You've changed, Kodo. You are not the man you used to be."
Konami gives him a cold regard and says," I am exactly the man I used to be, Keith. I just realized what I was fighting for." He turns and walks down into the night, his mind set on chancing the fabulous library of Akashic Records.
Konami continues to run through the city, his mind focused on the task ahead. He knows that the House of Shadows will not give up so easily, and he must stay vigilant.
"This is the last obstacle I have to cross to leave my past life behind. Once I get to the harbor, I'm a free man. I will finally escape this country of sadness and pain and start my new adventure."
Konami smiles as he looks forward to traveling around the globe and unlocking the mysteries of the lost world.
As he runs, he can't help but think back to the past, to the days when he was still a member of the House of Shadows. He remembers the training, the missions, and the camaraderie he shared with his fellow assassins. But he also remembers the darkness and the emptiness that consumed him, and how he knew that he had to leave it all behind.
He turns a corner and sees a group of guards blocking his way. They are armed and ready for a fight, but Konami is not afraid. He knows that he is faster and more skilled than them, and he is ready to take them on. He once again manifests his shadow daggers and charges forward.
The guards are surprised by his sudden attack, and they struggle to defend themselves. But Konami is relentless, his blades cutting through flesh and bone with ease.
He can feel the power of his anima coursing through him, giving him strength and speed beyond measure. The fight is intense and brutal, but Konami emerges victorious.
As he stands amongst the fallen guards, he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He is not just a killer; he is a warrior. And this is just the beginning of his journey.
He turns and continues down the alleyway, his mind set on finding the Akashic Records, A legendary archive that is said to hold the records of past and future events which existed since the beginning of time.
Keith was lying on the floor where Konami left him, he was the only survivor, knowing that there is nothing he can do to stop him.
He is just a pawn in a game played by the important and ruthless. But as he closes his eyes and slips into unconsciousness, he cannot help but wonder if Konami will ever truly find what he is looking for.
Konami finally arrived at the docks, there he took a boat to set out on his journey, blending into the night, a lone figure on a trip to find the verity about the world.
"I don't care who they send or how many, anyone who gets in the way of my freedom will perish."