Centuries ago, humanity continued to develop... Castles, towns, cities, capitals… happiness and harmony reigned in the streets throughout the cities. The discoverers and scientists managed to attract attention and come into contact with a divine entity, who granted humanity a gift—physical and magical abilities beyond understanding.
Over time, all this brought prosperity and advancement to the lands until the greed of human beings made them forget who had allowed them to live those moments. The current people ended up challenging their own divinity. Angered by humanity's outrage, the divinity annihilated everyone who raised their weapons against it, corrupting their corpses, turning the dead into evil creatures driven by hatred of the past and the fear of letting arrogance lead the future.
In this chaos, humans touched by the divinity's gift defended what was left of life on Earth with all their strength, their efforts reduced to ashes.
A century later, only two men remained on the entire earth—a scene of tension, desolation, and silence. Two men and a divinity were all that was left for that world. Though friends, the two men held different beliefs, opposing philosophies that had shaped their lives. Their last battle was not one of hatred, but of conviction—a duel beneath the gaze of the very god humanity had betrayed.
But unlike the arrogant humans of the past, when they raised their blades to the heavens, it was with hearts untainted by greed. Before their final clash, they made a request to the god:
"Let this battle be the end of humanity as we know it... but from the wreckage of our failure, allow humanity to rise once more."
Moved by the purity of their hearts, the divinity accepted. The clash of their blades echoed like the final heartbeat of an era long lost. When both men fell, the god scattered the fragments of its own essence across the world, and with it, the last whispers of the lost age faded into legend.
And from the silence… humanity rose again.
Not from the ashes of old empires, but from the soil where the blood of gods and men had once mixed. New generations emerged—some blessed by fragments of forgotten divinity, others untouched, living simple lives unaware of the ancient echoes that shaped their world.
But the remnants of the past were never truly gone. The corrupted creatures born from the arrogance of mankind still roamed, their presence warping the very fabric of nature. Storms that raged without end, lands twisted by the scars of divine wrath, and whispers carried by the wind, telling stories of an age lost to time.
Now, in an era where humanity has rebuilt cities and forged new paths, the balance is fragile. The divine fragments continue to influence the world—hidden in the hearts of men, in the fury of monsters, and in the fragile thread that connects life to its forgotten origins.