[Panel 1]
The screen fades from black to a darkened sky, crackling with violent purple energy. A massive tear in the fabric of space pulses, with a swirl of black mist slowly consuming the horizon.
Narrator (text box):
"In the beginning, the universe was divided. Worlds were separated by vast, unknowable forces—until the day the boundaries broke. The Primordial Monarchs, beings of unimaginable power having advancement in both magic and scientific technology went on a conquest of Universe. And so, the First War began."
[Panel 2]
An ancient battlefield, scarred and cracked, filled with the twisted remains of once-grand cities. Massive titans (part machine, part demon) lock into battle with gods clad in radiant, celestial armor. The Primordial Monarchs, colossal and imposing, stand at the center, as gods fall beneath their might.
Narrator (text box):
"The gods, their powers unmatched in the realms, had ruled for eons. But when the Primordial Monarchs came, they brought technology far beyond anything the gods had known. Magic clashed fused with science... and the earth itself trembled."
[Panel 3]
Flash of blinding light. The death of a god. A celestial being falls, crashing into the ground, leaving only a burning, desolate crater. The image zooms in, showing fragments of what could be divine artifacts scattered amidst the destruction.
Narrator (text box):
"The gods fought valiantly, but against the invincible might of technology, they were outmatched. But due to the nature of their divine power they were unkillable as they resurrect again and again.
Or so they thought, abyssal demons of inproportionate size rammed them and absorbed their divine power and marked their true death.
Narrator (text box):
But the creation revolted against its creator. As gods were almost defeated, the abyssal demons turned their wrath against the Monarchs, forcing them into retreat. What they left behind would shape the fate of the universe in ways they could not foresee.
[Panel 4]
The scene shifts to a hidden, ancient city, now in ruin. A shimmering barrier, glowing with power, surrounds the remains of the gods' last refuge. Inside, the surviving deities are divided, plotting their next moves.
Deity of strength Kratos (thought bubble):
"We cannot let the humans survive. They are the only experimental beings made directly from the blood and genes of monarchs. They mustn't know their true porpuse. Their potential is too dangerous... They must never learn the truth."
Narrator (text box):
In the aftermath of the war, the surviving gods were divided by conflict. Their disagreements would shape the fate of humanity and the worlds—but their reasons remained shrouded in secrecy.
[Panel 5]
A rift opens above a new world—Bluestar, a planet suspended in time, where the remnants of humanity have thrived since the war.
Narrator (text box):
"Thus, humanity was banished to aquamarine (One half of the entire bluestar), a new world created to suppress the forces of the Abyss, hidden from the eyes of the invaders. A barrier between realms, between the past and the future."
[Panel 6]
Cut to a massive structure standing at the edge of the world, its design alien and foreboding, glowing faintly with energy. The rift at its core pulses ominously, a tear in reality that defies comprehension. A group of adventurers stands nearby, their expressions a mix of awe and dread.
Narrator (text box):
"Now, in the present day, the Abyss once again stirs. The worlds are shifting, the barriers weakening. And at the Edge, the fate of all three lands will be decided."
[Panel 7]
The camera zooms out to show a lonely figure standing in front of the massive array—a young adventurer wearing tattered armor, his eyes burning with determination.
Narrator (text box):
"This is the story of one man—who will discover the truth of the Abyss, and the legacy of the gods and monarchs."
But this narration also arises some important questions :
Why were humans spared?
What is their connection to the Monarchs?
Why is the Edge so important?
Text Box (title):
"World at the Edge"
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