In the year645 A.D, an army marched forth with a mission of ruthless annihilation. Their Emperor, Octavian the Mighty, had ordered the complete obliteration of the Peasant Realm and its inhabitants. As the battalion advanced, the air grew thick with the stench of death and the villagers fled for their lives. But not all could escape the impending doom, for some were paralyzed with fear while others accepted their fate
Amidst the chaos and destruction, a lone mage raised his hands and bellowed a thunderous incantation: "WRATH OF Hephaestus!"
The village was instantly consumed by an inferno of flame, scorching everything in its path. Bodies burned beyond recognition and the once-thriving community lay in ruins as if a vengeful deity had unleashed its wrath upon them.
The foot soldiers combed through the smoldering rubble, making sure no one was left alive. In one of the shelters, they discovered a weeping boy, his eyes devoid of life and his spirit broken. Though he showed no fear, he was captured and taken as a prisoner to "The Capital", of Traist
Thus began the epic tale of a boy who had lost everything, a story of his journey through trials and tribulations, of his struggle to survive in a world filled with peril and danger. With his indomitable spirit and fierce determination, he would carve out a place for himself in the annals of history, a hero for all time.
Rotten Corpses, Blood Shed, Innocents crying for help, and People on the Verge of dying. People with no hope in their eyes. That's what the boy witnesses there. He couldn't withstand the Agony of the place and falls unconscious. By the time the Boy wakes up, he realizes that it was no nightmare, and after he realizes the situation, a bone-chilling despair was seen in his eyes.
In this bleak and desolate realm, the young boy beheld sights that would make the strongest hearts tremble. The stench of death hung in the air, while bloodied remains littered the ground. The innocent cried out for mercy, but their pleas fell on deaf ears, and the dying lay on the verge of passing into the great beyond.
Overseeing this macabre scene were the guards, both cruel and unfeeling, taking pleasure in the pain of their prisoners. The boy himself was socially awkward, unable to communicate well, and so he kept his thoughts to himself. As he waited in line for his meager sustenance, he was pushed by a frail and hopeless-looking prisoner. The food he received was not fit for human consumption, and as he recoiled in disgust, he watched in terror as others fought over it, their desperation palpable.
In a moment of rage, the guards lashed out at the boy, beating him senselessly, and forcing him to endure more pain and suffering. But even as his wounds bled and he was made to sit in agony, he refused to let the darkness consume him, and with a simple yet defiant voice, he spoke his name: Raden McCoy.