It happened long ago, in a time the world prefers to forget. A scar opened in the sky, silent and unyielding, as if reality itself had been torn apart. From that scar emerged a creature unlike anything humanity had ever known. It wasn't of this world, but it was here to claim it.

It didn't destroy cities with fire or storms. It didn't need to. Instead, it corrupted. Slowly, insidiously, it reached into the hearts of people and dragged out the worst parts of them. Anger became wrath. Desire became obsession. Pain became hatred. Those who couldn't resist the pull transformed—twisted bodies, shattered minds, monsters that had once been human.

But the creature wasn't alone. Scattered across the world were strange relics—shards of an unknown origin, humming with a power humanity could barely comprehend. The leaders of the world, desperate to fight back, forged these relics into weapons. But these weren't ordinary tools of war.

The weapons were alive. They chose their wielders, rejecting all others. They demanded strength, resolve, and pain. Those unworthy paid the price, their bodies broken, their minds lost. But for those who proved themselves, the weapons offered unimaginable power—and a chance to survive.

The battle that followed wasn't a triumph. It was a bitter struggle, a stalemate bought with blood. In the end, the creature was wounded, its power diminished. It retreated into the shadows, hiding itself from the humans who had dared to defy it. The portal that had brought it into this world sealed itself, leaving behind silence.

That was the past.

Now, in the modern age, the scars remain. The creature's corruption lingers, spreading like a dormant sickness, waiting for the right moment to awaken. The weapons, once the hope of humanity, are scattered and lost. Some lie dormant, others are wielded by those unworthy of their power.

The world believes it has moved on, but the truth cannot be buried. The creature waits. The weapons wait. And soon, humanity will learn that some wounds never heal.

But some will walk a different path. Some will continue the legacies of their ancestors, wielding the weapons as their forebears did. Others will forge their own way, building a new legacy with the strength they create for themselves.

One man, caught between the past and the future, will walk on his own legacy—a path not shaped by blood alone, but by the sacrifices he makes along the way.

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