Far in the depths of the cosmos , where light itself seemed hesitant to reach , a solitary figure hung suspended in the infinite void.
His body , bloodied and battered , was a silent testament to the unimaginable battles he had fought , His presence alone was enough to make the very fabric of space quiver, though there was no movement to accompany it -- just the stillness of a being who had transcended the laws of the universe, The silence around him was profound , as if even the cosmos itself dared not disturb him.
His eyes, ancient and knowing , cut through the darkness with a gaze that had borne witness to the rise and fall of entire worlds . And now, with a quite exhale , he spoke .
"ahh.. It's finally over ",he murmured . His voice low but unwavering , carrying with it the gravity of an epoch's worth of struggle . there was no joy, no victory in his tone -- just the recognition of a battle whose cost had been far greater than anyone could comprehend . The war was done , but its aftermath would echo throughout the ages .
For a moment , he simply drifted in the void ,as if savoring the stillness that had eluded him for so long . His presence was immense , his power far beyond the reckoning of gods or men . But even he , in the quite of the cosmos , found something close to piece .
"Time to take some rest ..."he said , his voice soft but final . There was no surrender in his word -- only a deep , unwavering certainty. His eyes closed slowly , as though the weight of countless years had finally led him to this moment of stillness.
And as he sank into a deep, eternal slumber , the cosmos seemed to exhale with him . His form , though still , carried a faint pulse of ancient power that lingered , just beyond the reach of time . It was a presence that the universe could not forget , one that no force --divine or mortal -- could ever truly extinguish.
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The year is 10709 since the fateful war that changed everything. The world has long been divided by the aftermath of the Legendary War—a colossal conflict between gods, awakeners, and the Outer Beings. This war, a forgotten chapter for most, remains etched in the veins of history. What truly occurred, and how the war ended, is a mystery that only whispers remain of, a tale hidden in the cracks of time.
The Awakeners, humans born with extraordinary abilities at the age of 16, are the backbone of the present world. Each one is marked by their power, their awakening event triggering an innate connection to mana, the life force that pulses through the world, weaving together the very fabric of existence. But the age of awakening is not a simple rite of passage—it is a dangerous threshold, a point where a child either becomes a protector or a casualty in this increasingly unstable world.
At 16, every child's fate is decided: will they ascend to the ranks of the guilds, powerful organizations that wield the greatest influence in society, or be cast aside, their potential lost in the turbulence of the modern age? These guilds, each one with its own goals and allegiances, operate as the world's elite, their members holding dominion over everything from technology to the manipulation of mana.
But the world they live in now is nothing like it was before the war. The Veil, a protective barrier created by the ancient sacrifices of powerful awakeners, exists to keep the Outer Beings—mysterious entities from another dimension—at bay. This Veil, a relic of the past, has prevented invasions from these cosmic horrors for millennia. Yet, it is not impervious. Spatial cracks and gates sometimes form in weak points of the Veil, offering glimpses into the darkness beyond. These cracks are dangerous, and the world must live in constant vigilance, aware that their safety is tenuous at best.
The gods, too, are not what they once were. After their involvement in the war, their influence waned, leaving behind only fragments of their once-great power. Some gods were lost entirely, others were bound in realms far beyond the reach of even the strongest awakeners. Yet, their presence is still felt—whispers of divine power stir, and some believe that these remnants of gods hold secrets far more ancient than even the Veil itself.
On the surface, the modern world is seemingly just like any other. Cities bustling with life, technology advancing at an unparalleled pace, and the internet connecting all corners of the earth. News reports, viral trends, and social media threads dominate daily life, but beneath the surface, the world is on the edge of something far darker. The Veil is growing weaker, cracks are appearing, and unknown forces are beginning to stir once more.
"A surge of strange energy has been detected at the eastern border…" The words flicker across the screen, strange and unnerving. For those who know, it's not just another disturbance. Ancient warnings from a forgotten age resurface in hushed whispers.
The Veil is weakening. Or perhaps… it's something else.
The reports are scattered, fragmented, but one thing is certain: the boundaries between worlds are growing thin. And beyond the Veil, something stirs—something old, something powerful. But what exactly it is, no one can say.
"It's just a rift," they say. "A crack in the barrier," others dismiss. But those who have studied the old texts, who have seen the patterns, know that what lies beyond may be far worse than anything history could ever prepare them for.
For now, it's only a whisper, a shadow in the corners of the world… but in time, the truth will find its way into the light.