Long ago, when the world was teemed with mythical creatures—both mighty and meek—humans stood among the weakest. Yet, they endured. Their resilience defied the odds, even as they lived in the shadows of beings far stronger than themselves.

But one fateful day, everything changed. The skies turned gray, the earth shifted unnaturally, and it seemed as though the gods themselves, hidden for eons, had stepped out of the shadows. Their arrival disrupted the natural order. The mighty fell from their thrones of power, and the weak were given a chance to rise.

It was humanity who discovered the gods' gift first. While cutting down trees for firewood and shelter, they stumbled upon something extraordinary—something that had never been there before. The trees bled a strange, potent substance, rich with power. This life blood, as it came to be known, transformed them. With every drop, humans grew stronger, adapting to the gods' new world, while the other races clung to their old ways and slowly faded into obscurity.

The gods, having reshaped the world, retreated into hiding once more, leaving behind a new era. It was an age that would come to be known as the Era of God's Judgment—a time of profound change and upheaval.

Thousands of years passed, and humanity thrived, building vast civilizations upon the remnants of the old world. It was on an otherwise unremarkable day that a boy was born—a boy named Argolaith.

To most, his birth was ordinary, unnoticed in the grand march of time. Yet, the earth quivered softly, as if the world itself recognized that this child was destined for greatness. Argolaith's time had not yet come, but one day, he would rise to rule over the very world that trembled at his birth.

For now, his story begins in quiet obscurity, but the echoes of destiny are never truly silent.