The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the southern island of Denpole. Erick Senggol Dong stood at the edge of his palace, the wind tugging at his cloak. His thunder sword, a jagged blade crackling with raw energy, hummed in his hand as if it could sense the storm that was brewing on the horizon.
Erick had once been the unchallenged ruler of Denpole's south, a leader loved by his people for his wisdom and strength. But that peace was shattered when the Pelg Motor clan, led by Viks Pelg, and the Anjayy clan, ruled by Kelin Anjayy, began to clash for dominance over the land. Erick had tried to mediate, but the years of tension between the clans had finally come to a breaking point. War had erupted.
The sound of distant clashes reached his ears—thunderous booms of magical energy, the clash of blades, and the roar of creatures unleashed by the warring clans. Despite his desire for peace, Erick had been forced to intervene. His power was unparalleled, and when he unleashed the full force of his thunder sword, the very fabric of reality bent. With a single strike, the land trembled, and the three territories were split into islands, forever changing the course of history.
The war ended abruptly, but the peace was fragile. The islands were divided, and each clan ruled its own territory. Erick had hoped this would bring an end to the violence, but tensions remained high. The day would come when the balance would be disturbed once more.
As Erick turned from the horizon, a voice broke through the silence.
"Father," a young voice called out, drawing his attention.
Erick's daughter, the second-born of his two children, walked toward him with a serious expression on her face. Her name was Elara, and though she was young, she had inherited her father's power. Unlike her older sibling, who had inherited the ability to control the wind, Elara's power was much darker—she could summon and control lightning itself.
"Have you sensed it?" Elara asked, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Something is coming… something not of this world."
Erick's expression hardened. He had felt it too—the strange, otherworldly presence that was slowly creeping into his territory. His heart sank as he realized what it meant. The fire sorcerer, a being from another dimension, had crossed into their world.
The sorcerer had long been a legend, a being of immense power capable of conquering entire realms. Erick had hoped that the legends were nothing but stories, but now, it seemed that the tales were true.