THE LEGION
In this universe, humans have come a long—long way. Throughout history, they have waged countless conflicts, driven by greed, ideology, and survival.
Their society was plagued by strife—racial inequality, gender discrimination, and endless divisions.
They fought wars over borders and resources, neglecting the most precious resource of all: Humanity itself."
Yet fate had other plans. Despite humanity’s stubbornness, change arrived in the form of the Emergence.
The first humans to undergo gene acclimation sensed the presence of mana. Thrilled by its discovery, humanity researched it—though at a slow pace, for old habits, you see, die hard. Even in the face of destiny.
Petty conflicts persisted as humanity clung to its old ways—hoarding land, gold, and natural resources—blinding itself to the transformations unfolding in the wild.
Soon the wild beasts, initially the first subjects of gene acclimation, began evolving under the influence of Mana.
At first, firearms held the line. Nations, for the first time in history, set aside their differences and mobilized against a common enemy.
But evolution cares little for human ingenuity. With each generation, the beasts grew tougher, smarter, deadlier. They began attacking in coordinated groups.
Eventually bullets failed. Bombs followed. Then came desperation.
In the first hundred years after the Emergence, cities collapsed like dominoes. Nations dissolved into quiet graveyards, overrun by feral beasts. Earth's population plummeted from eight billion to four.
Yet humanity endured.
Centuries later, the survivors fought back. Slowly, they rebuilt—huddling within fortified megacities, clinging to the last vestiges of civilization.
Learning from their past mistakes, they invested heavily in gene acclimation, studying mana’s influence on different organisms. For a time, peace held.
But peace is fleeting.
At first, it was just a legend—a whisper in the dark, a tale meant to keep children in line. A shadow in the wild, its name spoken only in hushed tones.
Then the legend became real.
Humanity came to know of the Beast King, Kong. A monstrous force of nature, he united the evolving beasts under his rule. With terrifying intelligence, he led his horde in a relentless siege against the megacities. One by one, they fell.
In mere decades, humanity’s numbers dwindled once more—from four billion to a desperate two.
With humanity teetering on the edge of annihilation, the World Council debated nuclear fire—a suicidal gambit to purge the planet of both monsters and men.
Just as extinction loomed ever closer....hope emerged.
A warrior rose. Humanity’s last hope against the beasts.
Jared Reeds—one of the first to undergo gene acclimation—wielded unfathomable strength, his mastery over the elements defying all reason.
Where armies fell, a single warrior stood. Where bombs failed, his fists shattered the hordes.
For days, Reeds battled Kong—man against monster, hope against oblivion. He could not kill the Beast King, but he did the impossible: he made it bleed. And with that wound, he bought humanity a second chance. A chance paid for in blood, in sacrifice, in loss.
Learning from the failures of their predecessors, what remained of humanity banded together to forge a new world.
Though nations and borders faded, governance remained. Humanity organized itself into federations—not bound by land, but by shared governance and cooperation. Citizenship was fluid, movement unrestricted, as the remnants of civilization banded together for survival and progress.
Not as citizens of nations, but as people—striving for peace, free from war, discrimination, and disease. For the first time in history, humanity was truly united. Not by conquest. Not by necessity. But by choice.
Like any civilization, they had flaws—but their strengths far outweighed their weaknesses.
Millennia after the Emergence, with Mana as their guide, humanity advanced in all field
