In the timeless expanse of the Immortal World, where the ethereal and the embodied connect, lies a tale recorded in the existence of Morphosis. This ancient tome chronicles the Golden Era, a period when the Immortal realms were the epitome of unity and chaos.
Here, time flows like a gentle river, slow and steady, cradling the lives of those who dwell beyond the battlefield. Commoners, blessed with powers that serve their daily lives, age and pass on, their souls destined for rebirth after the scrutiny of their karma. Yet, for the warriors—the kings, gods, demi-gods, and the ambitious Scoins—time is an indifferent companion. They remain untouched by the passage of years, their fates entwined with the eternal struggles that define their existence.
Immortal Realm is ruled by the Seven divine Emperors a sovereign forged by the will of three supreme deities, guardians of balance and order. Under their reign, gods and goddesses wield powers that defy imagination, while demi-gods tread the delicate line between mortality and divinity, aspiring to ascend to greater heights. At the bottom of this celestial hierarchy, the Scoins—the youngest, the dreamers—embark on their transformative journeys, yearning to rise above their humble beginnings.
But beneath the surface of this seemingly harmonious existence lies a tempest. For centuries, the descendants of these realms have fought to protect the powerless, striving to maintain peace amidst the simmering tensions that threaten to erupt into chaos. As ancient rivalries resurface and new alliances form, the fate of the Immortal World hangs in the balance.
Power flows like a river in the vast expanse of the Immortal Realm, branching into the three noble paths: Magic, Swords, and Warriors. Magic, the heartbeat of this realm, pulses with life and vibrancy, further divided into the elemental forces that shape the world, the arcane secrets that twist reality, the shadows of dark sorcery, the divine light of celestial inspiration, the spiritual whispers that guide the lost, and the mystical arts that transcend Logic. Meanwhile, the Warriors, the fierce champions of this realm, excel in hand-to-hand combat, training their bodies to perfection and mastering weapons that complement their unique physiques. Among them stand the Swordmasters, wielders of the blade whose genius lies in their ability to manipulate various swords with unrivaled technique and artistry. In this realm of wonder and danger, destinies intertwine, and the echoes of ancient power beckon, heralding the dawn of a new age where magic, might, and mastery will collide in a struggle that will change the very fabric of existence.
In Morphosis, the destinies of warriors and commoners intertwine, revealing the profound truths of sacrifice, ambition, and the relentless pursuit of power. As the realms brace for the storm that approaches, one question looms above all: what price will be paid for peace in a world where immortality is both a blessing and a curse?
Welcome to the saga of Morphosis, where every choice echoes through eternity, and the battle for the soul of the Immortal World begins.
" Surrounded by the shadows of my ambition. I have sacrificed the essence of my soul and now, I am left alone to wander the desolate expanse of eternity, fate tightly bound by darkness and echoes of Chaos
There are no more tears that I can shed, I lost the only light of my life.
Either Kill me or I will set this whole world that is precious to you on fire."
The Man lying on the ground of the battlefield was crying in agony. As he sank into the sea of darkness, he begged the sky to separate his tired soul from his body. Wishing to Rest peacefully. The battlefield was a sea of red, a canvas of crimson hues as far as eyes could see. The earth splashed with blood with a dense stench of death. And amid this carnage, he who was lying lifelessly with despair, a lone figure, his presence was a testament to the destruction that had been wrought.
As the weight of his choices bore down upon him, he was remembered with a haunting truth,
" You had everything, but you couldn't protect any of it."
After the Festival of Fates, Scoins embark on a rigorous 100-year training regimen, pushing their bodies and bones to the limit. This ancient practice, known as the 'Forging of the Form,' is designed to unlock their chakras and attain the coveted Golden Ratio physique.