The world of men, in its infancy, was marked by peace and prosperity. From the first fires that lit the darkened nights to the blossoming of cities and kingdoms, humanity flourished under the warmth of the sun. But peace, as history has shown, is fleeting.

As the civilizations of man grew, so too did the darkness lurking in the corners of the world. An ancient evil, long forgotten, began to stir. It was not a force confined to shadow or to distant lands—it was alive, breathing, hungry. These were the Demons—the physical manifestations of all that was vile and corrupt. Their bodies were twisted, grotesque, designed to strike fear into the hearts of men. With their teeth and claws, they sought to rip asunder everything mankind had built, to lay waste to the world.

But where there is darkness, there must also be light. And from this light, there arose a powerful order—the warderns.

In an age long past, when the first demons emerged from the abyss, humanity was unprepared. Entire cities fell. The streets ran red with blood, and the skies darkened with the smoke of burning villages.

Yet amidst this chaos, the wardens, a secret order founded by the Church, rose as humanity's last hope. They were not mere knights but a brotherhood of warriors bound by faith, honor, and a singular, unbreakable oath: to protect the innocent and fight the demons wherever they were found. These knights were not born of noble blood; they were chosen for their purity of heart and unyielding resolve. They bore the power of Grace—a divine light bestowed upon them by the gods themselves, an ethereal force that turned the tide of battle in mankind's favor.

With their weapons imbued with Grace, the wardens struck back against the demons, carving paths through the darkness. Swords, spears, and maces, all glowing with a brilliant blue light, became the shining symbols of hope. The wardens did not just fight; they protected. They did not seek glory or fame, but salvation for those who could not defend themselves.

The power of Grace was not merely a gift; it was a divine calling. It flowed through every wardens, binding them to their cause. And with it, they created sacred weapons, their blades radiant with the light of the divine. A wardern's sword was more than a weapon—it was a beacon, a testament to their duty, and the embodiment of humanity's defiance in the face of overwhelming darkness.

The wardens were not alone in their struggle. Across the world, small towns and villages, ravaged by demons, had begun to rally. The survivors, though battered, had not given up. They formed defensive bastions, calling upon the wardens to protect them and carry out their mission. Cities that had once flourished stood now as fortresses—strongholds against the encroaching night.

But as the wardens fought to defend humanity, the demons grew stronger. What were once mindless beasts became organized, clever. They learned from their battles, adapting to the wardens' tactics, launching attacks with precision, and seeking to destroy the very heart of human resistance.

The most terrifying of all were the Devils—creatures born not of flesh, but of evil. The Devils were the twisted reflections of the dark hearts of mankind. They did not need claws or fangs to spread terror. They wielded influence, whispered lies, and twisted thoughts. They were the demons of the mind, who preyed upon weakness and doubt, planting seeds of discord and hatred wherever they went.

The world was not simply at war—it was at a crossroads. The wardens knew that the fate of mankind hung in the balance. For each victory they won, the demons seemed to grow stronger, more cunning, and more relentless. The fight was no longer just against the beasts that lurked in the shadows—it was a battle for the soul of humanity itself.

It was not just the cities that were at risk. The very foundation of human civilization—its beliefs, its ideals, its future—was under siege. And in this great struggle, it was the people, the common folk, who would ultimately decide the outcome. The wardens could not fight alone. They needed the support of the people, the strength of their faith, and their unyielding determination.

In the wake of this war, humanity's survival was uncertain. But as long as the light of Grace burned bright within the hearts of the wardens, the world would not be lost. No matter how fierce the darkness became, no matter how many demons rose from the depths, the wardens would stand, their swords held high, defending the weak, striking down the evil that threatened the world.

This was a time of great conflict, where the fate of all was uncertain. The wardens would not rest until their mission was complete—until the demons were driven back into the hell from which they came, and peace once again graced the lands. But that time was still far off.

The battle had only just begun.