NARRATOR (Forgotten Age)

Before time could take its first breath, before light knew its name, there was only vast Nothingness. From this void came forth the original beings-dragon, demon, angel, spirit, titan, human, and shadow. These beings, ancient and limitless, gave birth to the First Generation also primordials through drops of their blood, shaping the very fabric of existence. In their image, they crafted the seven great continents using own bodies as core.

The world of The Forgotten Age: A New Dawn is divided into seven unique continents, each tied to a species of the First Generation. The Continent of Dragons, known as the Dragon Realm, is a land of towering peaks and fiery landscapes ruled by mighty dragons. The Continent of Demons, or Nether Realm, is a chaotic, volcanic expanse dominated by cunning and powerful demons. The Continent of Angels, called the Heavenly Realm, is a radiant land of light, floating islands, and divine order. The Continent of Spirits, known as the Realm of the World Tree, is a lush, mystical forest where elves, dwarves, and fairies dwell. The Continent of Titans, or the Underworld Realm, is a vast, subterranean world of colossal caverns and ancient power. The Continent of Humans, referred to as the Middle Realm, is a diverse and balanced land shaped by human adaptability and resilience. Lastly, the Continent of Monsters, called the Void, is a desolate, chaotic expanse inhabited by twisted, eldritch creatures.

Together, they formed the World of Chaos, a place where primal forces shaped reality itself.

But perfection does not share.

In the First Age, the seeds of destruction were sown by the primordial beings. Their pride and desire for dominance over the World of Chaos led to the eruption of the Primal War, a conflict that spanned eons and shattered the very fabric of reality itself.

The war began when the primordials, unable to contain their boundless power, turned against one another. Each race, fueled by their own desires for supremacy, sought to impose their will upon the world original's have created.

The Dragons, driven by the need to rule through force, unleashed torrents of fire and molten fury upon the land. Entire continents were scorched, forests turned to ash, and mountains shattered under their unrelenting storms of flame. Their battle cries echoed across the sky, a reminder of their ancient rage. They clashed with the Demons, whose very presence spread corruption and despair. The demons wove webs of shadow and darkness, unraveling the land with their malevolent influence. They summoned legions of twisted horrors from the depths of the world, creatures born of madness and ruin, to fight by their side.

The Angels, guardians of divine order, sought to bring harmony and rule through light. They descended in blinding armies, wielding celestial swords forged from the sun itself. Their intent was to cleanse the world of the chaos that threatened to consume it. But the Spirits, ethereal and elusive, whispered into the wind, manipulating the flow of time itself, while bending the elements to their will. They summoned storms, altered the course of rivers, and shaped the very air, making the land itself a battlefield of ever-shifting nature.

Meanwhile, the Titans, immense beings of stone and steel, stood as living fortresses against all who would challenge them. Their massive forms shook the earth with every step, and their battlefields became craters of destruction, where colossal stones were hurled like meteors, reshaping the geography of the land. The Humans, small and fragile but ingenious and resilient, devised clever tactics and inventions, turning the tide in battles with their mastery of weapons and machines. They formed alliances, built fortresses, and, though they were often crushed by the power of the divine and the monstrous, they endured.

In the shadows of all this chaos stood the Monsters, born from the essence of the Shadows themselves. These creatures were the nightmares of the world, born of forgotten fears and untold horrors. With twisted forms and insidious powers, they lurked in the dark corners of the world, striking when the time was right, feeding on the fear and despair left behind by the war. They were both an enemy and a weapon, used by no one but feared by all.

As the war raged on, the skies turned crimson, and the seas boiled with the blood of the fallen. The world was torn asunder-continents shifted, oceans collided, and the very foundations of reality trembled under the weight of the conflict. The Dragons and Demons clashed in battles that left the sky ablaze, while the Angels and Spirits fought to control the flow of life and death itself. The Titans reshaped the landscape with their massive battles, and the Humans fought desperately to survive, wielding their technology and cunning against the might of the divine and the monstrous.

For centuries, the war seemed endless, with neither side claiming a decisive victory. Every faction suffered immense losses, and entire civilizations were eradicated in the name of supremacy. The rivers ran red with the blood of gods and mortals alike, and mountains of corpses grew taller than the heavens themselves.

But even as the last blows were struck, there was no true victor. The First Generation had fought for control of the world, but in the end, they had destroyed it. The world lay in ruins, the once-proud cities of the primordial beings now mere ruins, consumed by the very chaos they had sought to control.

With the final clash, a silence fell upon the battlefield-a silence so profound that it seemed to swallow the very essence of the universe. The First Generation had been shattered, their bodies scattered across the seven continents. But from their blood and bodies, the Seven Towers arose, monuments to their pride and the destruction they had wrought.

The Tower of Dragons still smolders with the fires of the ancient battle, a reminder of the rage that once consumed the skies. The Tower of Demons pulses with a malevolent energy, its dark spire reaching into the heavens like a twisted monument to corruption. The Tower of Angels stands as a blinding beacon, its light forever tainted by the bloodshed that stained its foundation. The Tower of Spirits shimmers with the ethereal whispers of those who perished in the war, while the Tower of Titans looms like an unbreakable fortress, its stone walls etched with the scars of the battle. The Tower of Humans, unassuming yet resolute, remains a testament to their endurance in the face of divine and monstrous forces. And the Tower of Monsters, an eldritch nightmare, stands as a chilling reminder of the horrors unleashed during the war.

The Primal War had ended, but the echoes of its devastation would never fade. The world had been reshaped, its once-thriving landscapes now barren and scarred. And the Seven Towers, born of blood and ruin, remain as guardians of the First Generation's forgotten will. Those who dare to seek the power within them must climb, facing the trials of their ancient creators-and perhaps, the true cost of ruling.