A World on the Brink of Ascension
The sky cracked open like shattered glass, spilling a torrent of ethereal light upon the world. Earth had awakened.
Mana, once a myth, surged through the atmosphere, transforming nature, beasts, and even humans into something greater—or something monstrous.
It was an era of gods in the making.
And at the heart of it all, Kael Arcanis stood as the strongest among them.
"We fight… because there is no other choice."
His voice echoed through the battlefield as millions clashed. The final war between mankind and the abyssal invaders had begun.
Kael's sword, Voidrend, carved through monstrous titans and eldritch abominations alike. His body, enhanced by countless battles and ancient artifacts, had surpassed mortal limits.
They called him the Last Paragon.
He had bled, fought, and sacrificed to lead humanity to victory.
And yet, as the final battle reached its climax—the betrayal came.
"Forgive me, brother."
A voice too familiar whispered behind him.
Kael barely had time to react before a blade of voidsteel pierced his heart.
Blood spilled from his lips as he turned—his most trusted brother, Lucian, stared back, eyes cold yet pained.
Then came another.
"I wish there was another way, my love."
Selene, his lover, stepped forward. Her hands, once so gentle, now radiated with a forbidden curse as she sealed his soul's escape.
And the worst of them all…
His mentor, the man who raised him, stepped into view. Grandmaster Alistair, the very one who taught him everything.
"You were never meant to ascend, Kael. Only to be sacrificed."
Behind them, a cosmic entity loomed. A formless god—a thing beyond understanding. The Architect of Fate.
Kael's blood burned. His vision darkened.
As the celestial horror reached out to claim his soul…
The void answered instead.