A World Without Kings or Restrictions 

There was a world that was ruled by neither kings nor factions—a world where no one was imposed with authority, where people relied solely on their strength and will to hone their abilities and achieve success. This world was founded on a strict principle: "Refinement is the path, and strength is the goal." There was no governmental system; instead, continuous competitions were held in battle arenas and fields of challenge, where everyone competed to prove themselves without being permitted to kill—the aim was to elevate performance and courage. 

From this standpoint, the inhabitants of that world named it "The Paradise of Refinement," for it was a place where no one was ever defeated without returning stronger, where abilities were honed and skills grew like a plant in fertile soil. This world was seen as a paradise for warriors and self-improvement, a place where every individual dedicated themselves to constantly bettering their own being. 

Despite this apparent harmony, rumors circulated throughout the city about an ancient prophecy speaking of an event that would change everything—a night when the sky would reveal a dark secret that would turn the scales of fate upside down. 

The Day of the Twins' Birth: An Unexpected Event 

That day was different from the very beginning—a day when dawn broke with an unusual light. In the heart of an ancient city, where people were celebrating a special occasion, crowds gathered in the grand square to witness a historical event like no other: the birth of the first twins to survive in this world. 

The birth of twins had long been considered an ill omen; fate would claim one or both, as if the existence of two identical souls was unworthy of the principles of this powerful world. But on that day, an extraordinary miracle occurred; two girls were born, pulsing with life and strength, their health untouched and their destinies untainted by old misfortune. 

News spread through alleys and squares, eagerly exchanged by the people: 

"I heard that the two girls were born in complete safety, and not a single one of them died!" 

"This has never happened before! They must be the harbingers of a great change!" 

In the heart of the grand square, the place was adorned with bright colors and the walls were decorated with golden banners, while musical bands played their cheerful tunes. Lights shone in every corner, and children danced with unparalleled joy. One warrior, wearing his gleaming armor, laughed as he said: 

"When you grow up to be stronger than any warrior we've ever known, I will be the first to test your strength!" 

Another replied with a playful smile, "But will this blessing last? I've heard tales that the birth of twins carries a curse in ancient times." 

None realized that this joy, despite its brilliance, was merely a temporary calm before their world would explode into a whirlwind of chaos. 

The Dark Twilight: The First Signs of Catastrophe 

As evening approached and the sunset neared the peak of the celebration, something strange began to appear on the horizon. While the sparkling lights adorned the city's sky, some residents noticed the emergence of a black dot among the stars. 

At first, some thought it was merely a new star that had appeared to sparkle in celebration of this miraculous birth, but as the minutes passed, that star began to change—it grew in size and transformed into a black fissure that split the emerald fabric of the sky they had always known. 

An elderly sage, his eyes gleaming with wisdom and concern, stepped forward and said in a trembling voice: 

"This is not just a star… it is a gateway from another world, as foretold by legends." 

Whispers of tension began to spread among the crowd, and some wondered aloud: 

"Is this the end of the Paradise of Refinement as we know it?" 

Then, suddenly, the sky trembled with a roaring sound like thunder, and the fissure opened abruptly. A wave of mysterious energy surged forth from it, and black rays streamed across the square, causing everyone to step back in fear and astonishment. 

The Appearance of the Mysterious Being: The First Signs of Destruction 

From that opening emerged a being unlike any ever seen before. It was of towering stature, with massive black wings stretching like shadows, and it wore a dark cloak that swayed with the wind as if it were part of nothingness. Its eyes were closed at first, and its face was stern and expressionless, as though contemplating the fate of this world without any concern for it. 

A heavy silence settled over the square until one of the wise men slowly advanced toward it, bowing in respect and whispering: 

"Welcome, heavenly visitor. If your intent is pure, then come and bless us in the Paradise of Refinement." 

The being did not reply but remained motionless, leaving the onlookers in astonishment. 

Another warrior cautiously approached and said: 

"Why does it not speak? Is it a riddle, or a warning of an impending storm?" 

Suddenly, in a shocking moment, the being opened its eyes; they glowed with a dark light as if they were flames of infernal fire. 

At that moment, a tremendous wave of black energy burst forth, sweeping across the square and creating an explosive blast that destroyed everything in its path. One combatant, thrown to the ground, cried out: 

"What is happening?! This is a power we have never witnessed before!" 

The Chaos of Battle: The Fall of the Paradise of Refinement 

With the surge of energy, the square transformed into a bloody battleground. The buildings that had once celebrated the civilization of the Paradise of Refinement began to collapse, and their landmarks vanished under the weight of destruction. The sounds of explosions blended with the screams of the people, and the clashing of swords against the strikes of attacks filled the air with chaos. 

Suddenly, an army of winged beings emerged from the black fissure, their numbers overwhelming as they poured forth like a flood. These creatures possessed enormous black wings, grim faces devoid of any compassion, and their weapons pulsed with sinister energy. 

One of their leaders bellowed in a resounding voice: 

"Kill everyone! No one will survive under our mercy!" 

Legions of warriors rushed to confront this unexpected enemy, and the battle intensified until the very ground trembled from the blows of swords and the thrusts of spears. The cheers intermingled with cries of anguish, and every strike shattered the silence of the darkened sky. 

In one dark corner, a young man wielding a tattered shield and a worn-out sword looked defiantly ahead and declared: 

"We will resist until our last breath, for we have no choice but to fight!" 

Yet those words were soon extinguished under the relentless waves of attack that swept through his ranks, leaving him helpless against merciless foes. 

A Fateful Decision Amidst the Destruction 

In the midst of the whirlwind of destruction and bloodshed, the figure of a woman emerged, standing steadfast despite the storm, cradling in her arms two newly born girls—whose only knowledge was that of innocence, despite the darkness that had befallen the world. 

She raised her head and looked resolutely at her husband, the towering man standing against the waves of attack, his eyes burning with determination despite his wounds. 

In a voice trembling yet firm, she whispered: 

"We must save them… they are the only future we have left." 

Her husband looked at her, struggling to form a barrier of energy around them, and said in a calm voice amidst the chaos: 

"I will protect you with my last drop of blood, no matter the cost. I will not allow the darkness to devour your lives." 

While he focused on creating a protective shield to ward off the winged beings, the woman attempted to recite an ancient incantation passed down through generations, to open a teleportation portal to another world far from this hell. 

In the background, the sounds of attacks grew louder as the winged ones shouted: 

"There is no escape from your fate! Surrender to our power!" 

But the woman, though wounded and dripping blood, repeated the incantation with a voice filled with both hope and despair: 

"O gods of strength, save my daughters… save the future of the Paradise of Refinement." 

With every word spoken, blue and green light intermingled in the square's sky until a teleportation portal began to form before everyone's eyes. 

At that critical moment, a surge of light burst forth from the barrier, accompanied by a resounding voice as if the universe itself were speaking: 

"Go forth, little ones, to a world where hope does not know despair." 

The two girls dashed from the woman's arms toward the portal, and at that moment a violent struggle erupted around the barrier. 

Sword strikes and blows accumulated, and the shouts of the winged beings rose: 

"We will not allow them to escape!" 

"Kill anyone who stands in our way!" 

The husband fought with all his might, shouting: 

"Run! Don't stop! I will stay here to ensure your safety!" 

Yet the waves of attack were ruthless, and with each blow the husband suffered deep wounds until his strength began to fade under the onslaught. 

With one final flash from the portal, the two girls were propelled into space, leaving behind echoes of farewell cries intermingled with pain and hope. 

In that very moment, before the woman could comprehend what had happened, one of the winged beings struck her with his black sword, and her lifeless body collapsed amidst the ruins of the battle. 

What Remains of the Paradise of Refinement: The Rise of the Winged Ones and the Birth of a New Hell 

While destruction engulfed the land and tore apart the horizons of the Paradise of Refinement, another aspect of that catastrophic night began to emerge. 

After the chaos of the first battle subsided, the winged ones gathered around their leader, who had appeared amid the turmoil. 

He was a mysterious man with piercing eyes and severe features, clad in a black robe adorned with ancient symbols that evoked supernatural power. 

The survivors soon realized that these winged beings had not come merely to destroy all that was beautiful, but to rule the world of the Paradise of Refinement with power and injustice. 

In a resonant and majestic voice, the leader of the winged ones declared: 

"The time has come for your sun to set and for you to submit to our darkness. From now on, this world will be ours, and we will torment you until the last ember of your existence!" 

The shouts of the winged ones soared along with the sounds of destruction, as if it were a hellish hymn announcing the beginning of a new era of oppression and humiliation. 

They began to capture the survivors, subjecting them to a relentless series of torments, forcing them to work in dark factories where heaps of ruin were built at the cost of their blood. 

Their leader was given a fearsome name that came to be used as a symbol of tyranny and oppression: "The Eternal Darkness." 

In a short time, the winged ones of the Paradise of Refinement became the new rulers of this world, which had transformed from a paradise for warriors into a enslaved hell, where no one was allowed to rebel or defy authority. 

The joyful sounds that once rang out in the squares were replaced by cries and moans from those who had lost their freedom and all they had ever known of life. 

In every corner of the Paradise of Refinement, the presence of the winged ones was evident as they subjugated everyone they encountered without mercy, leaving behind immeasurable destruction. 

"The Eternal Darkness" stood tall atop a platform of ruin, surveying the world that had become the property of him and his army, and in his eyes flickered a glimmer that signified the beginning of a new era of suffering and tyranny. 

And while the survivors wept for the glories they had lost, the darkness spread its control over everything, announcing the end of an era when the Paradise of Refinement was a symbol of challenge and courage, and the beginning of an age known as the Hell of Darkness. 

Conclusion of the Introduction: The Birth of a New Age of Torment and Shattered Hope 

With the end of that dreadful night, the Paradise of Refinement had turned into a land that knew nothing but pain and injustice. The story of the two girls who vanished into another dimension became the talk of everyone, as they became a symbol of lost hope and the price of freedom stolen from an entire people. 

While the ruins of the cities bore the marks of devastating battles, the voices of the winged ones dripped with cruelty, as "The Eternal Darkness" proudly proclaimed: 

"Today, our reign begins, and in this world you will find nothing but inescapable slavery. You will submit to us, and you will become part of our eternal hell." 

Thus, the era of the Paradise of Refinement—a once symbol of growth and challenge—ended, replaced by a new era of darkness and tyranny where freedom would be redefined under the shadow of oppression. 

In these final moments of the introduction, one question arises: Will there be a dawn after this long night, or will the hell of darkness forever hold sway?