In a remote corner of the continent, two powerful warriors were locked in a fierce battle.

Valkorin, a 32-year-old man clad in armor made of dragon scales and hides, stood imposingly before his opponent. His robust figure and intimidating presence spoke of his great combat experience.

Kaelor, a 24-year-old youth, remained upright despite his exhaustion. He wore a tunic adorned with runes that radiated powerful magical waves. Despite the visible fatigue on his face and beads of sweat running down his skin, Kaelor was determined not to give up.

"Is that all you have, young one?" Valkorin asked, his voice resonating with a mix of challenge and amusement.

Kaelor, breathing heavily, responded with resolve, "I haven't given my all yet. I'll show you what I'm capable of."

Valkorin's smile widened at the young man's bravery, and his excitement for the battle grew. He prepared to attack with all his might.

"Very well, young one. I'll attack you with my best."

The two warriors charged forward. Valkorin's weapon was engulfed in intense flames, and his sword roared with the ferocity of a fire dragon thirsting for blood.

"This is the end for you," Valkorin declared with a fierce grin.

Kaelor, despite his exhaustion, summoned all his strength. The runes on his tunic and staff shone with the brilliance of the sun, and the wind magic he concentrated began to make the earth itself spin faster as if guided by a Gripho.

The attacks collided in a burst of energy that reverberated across the continent. The shockwave was so powerful that it was felt even in the farthest regions.

"This is where it all ends," Valkorin said.

"It seems like we were mere puppets for someone," Kaelor replied, his voice weary but contemplative. "Did you not feel the same? Why were we fighting? Was it merely to see who was stronger, or did we feel it was our only option?"

Valkorin nodded slowly.

"It was necessary to save the world. We had to do this."

With those final words, a crystal imbued with the abilities of both warriors emerged from the battlefield, an object that would herald numerous troubles in the future.

At 10:56 AM, near the lands of Eldoria, a fierce confrontation had shaken the very earth.

Five centuries later, three young individuals would follow the legacy of these warriors to save the world.

End of Prologue.