Reazeal's Fate

The world of Reazeal was once a haven of peace, where gods and mortals coexisted in quiet harmony. However, such tranquility is fleeting. Beneath its serene facade lies an ancient prophecy, long buried in myth and forgotten by all but the oldest souls. This prophecy foretold the emergence of ten Beasts, born from the universe's darkest voids, destined to unleash chaos and destruction.

Few believed—until the Beasts arrived.

Looking back, I wonder: Was it inevitable? Could peace endure in a world built on shifting beliefs and crumbling loyalties? We call ourselves the masters of our destiny, yet fate's unseen hand seems ever poised to shape the narratives we fear most.

The first Beast emerged beneath a moonless sky—a shadow that consumed the stars, leaving behind an expanse of endless darkness. Twisted and monstrous, its burning eyes glimmered like the dying embers of a forsaken fire. The world was unprepared for what followed: nine more Beasts, each more terrifying than the last, each spreading destruction and despair.

Amid the escalating chaos, one figure stood resolute—Jackeal. He was no ordinary man, though many labeled him a prophet of doom. His message was straightforward yet profound: "The Beasts will fall—but only if you unite."

But fear breeds denial. The powerful dismissed him as a heretic and condemned him to death. As he was led to his execution, the skies split with a deafening roar.

Lucifer descended, wielding a spell intended to fracture the very essence of the world. He believed himself invincible, but he was mistaken. As he plummeted, cold, mocking laughter echoed around him, and the realization dawned: he had been nothing more than a pawn in a far greater game. Cast into a hellish dimension, his fate was sealed.

I often contemplate that moment. Was Lucifer truly evil, or merely a victim of fate? Power can blind even the mightiest; perhaps his downfall was as inevitable as the rise of the Beasts.

As destiny unfolded, Jackeal transcended his mortal form. Empowered by a voice from the very core of existence, he became something beyond human. He harnessed the dark mana of the Beasts and wielded unimaginable power against them.

But the war was far from over. The Beasts were merely the beginning. As Jackeal sealed them away in another dimension, a greater conflict loomed on the horizon.

The prophecy not only concerned the Beasts but also foretold the arrival of Reazeal.

And now, I understand—prophecies are not warnings; they are promises.