The world had once been a place of peace, a place where humanity flourished, its progress measured by the rise of civilizations, the advancement of technology, and the steady march of time. The people had lived without fear of the unknown, and the days passed by in a predictable rhythm. But like all things in life, peace is fragile.
Long before the chaos began, before the first monstrous creature stepped into the light of day, there were whispers of an ancient power—forgotten, buried beneath the dust of history. A power that lay dormant within the human soul, waiting to be awakened. A power that could either save or destroy.
Legends spoke of the spiritual root, a mysterious force that resided deep within the core of every living being. It was said to be the source of true strength, a seed of power that, when nurtured and cultivated, could unlock unimaginable potential. To most, these were mere stories—nothing more than fables told to children around a campfire, passed down through generations, dismissed as myths.
But the world was wrong.
The ancient texts, the forgotten books, they were not lies. The spiritual root was real. And when the time came, it would awaken.
In the year 20XX, that time arrived.
The first sign was subtle—a tremor in the earth, a shift in the air. No one noticed it at first. But then, the sky turned dark, and the earth split open. Creatures of nightmare, born from the deepest corners of the world, began to emerge. Towering beasts with eyes that burned like the sun, creatures whose mere presence shattered the foundations of civilization. They tore through cities, leaving nothing but ruin in their wake.
Humanity fought back with everything it had, but it was too late. The world was unraveling, and in the chaos, something strange began to happen. Ordinary people—men and women who had once led simple lives—began to change. The spiritual root that had slumbered within them for so long began to stir.
Some embraced its power, tapping into the force that flowed through them. Others feared it, struggling to control the energy that threatened to overwhelm them. But all of them knew one thing: the awakening was not a gift. It was a curse.
For the root was not just a wellspring of strength—it was the beginning of a path, a path that led to something far greater. And it would take everything to walk it.
The world had changed, and so had the people who remained. To survive, to overcome the terror of the beasts and the collapse of civilization, they would have to awaken their own potential. They would have to find the courage to walk the path of cultivation—through pain, through loss, through unimaginable hardship.
And they would have to face the truth: the real battle was not against the creatures that had shattered their world, but against the darkness that lay within themselves.