For centuries, all races—gods, demons, monsters, angels, humans, elves, dwarves, and countless others—lived together in harmony. No walls divided them, no laws favored one over another. Power was shared, not hoarded. A god could sit beside a mortal, a demon could trade with an elf, and a monster could roam freely without fear.
But peace, no matter how strong, is always fragile.
The gods, once content with their place among the races, began to see themselves as rulers rather than equals. With their celestial gifts and immortal wisdom, they believed they were destined to guide the world, to shape it as they saw fit. They craved dominion, not balance.
Not all gods agreed, but those who did were powerful, and their whispers of superiority grew louder. They declared their divinity above all others. The world, they claimed, was never meant to be shared—it was theirs by right.
The demons were the first to resist. For too long, they had fought side by side with the gods, shared victories, and bled in the same wars. But they would not kneel. They would not be ruled.
In response, the gods created the angels—celestial warriors forged from pure divine power, wielding weapons that could shatter mountains and burn souls to nothingness. The demons, outnumbered and outmatched, turned to their own power, summoning Demon Lords, beings of immense darkness who could challenge even the strongest gods.
And thus, the world burned.
Monsters, who had lived in the shadows, were forced into the light. Some joined the war, others tried to carve out territories of their own. Humans were caught in the middle, forced to choose sides or be crushed. Some aligned with the gods, hoping to gain divine favor. Others stood with the demons, seeking freedom from oppression.
But war is not fought with swords alone.
As battles raged, alliances were shattered, betrayals ran deep, and once-great friendships dissolved in blood. New kingdoms rose from the ruins of the old world, each race claiming their own region, their own rule. But there was no peace, only a fragile ceasefire between enemies waiting for the chance to strike again.
What was once a world of unity had been broken beyond repair.
And in the heart of this endless war, one man sought to end it all.