Ch-0 Birth of a hero


    A world drowned in the poison of war; The Continent, as the people called it. Governed by the power of three Empires: Arcane of magic, The Steel Vanguard and The New Dawn, and other kingdoms spread throughout. The old fought but the young lost their lives. The wars never ended and the rivers of blood, never ran dry.


    The bloodshed fed families of many, but the money drenched in blood didn’t last long.


    Those wars got fiercer, but the people grew weary. Kingdoms fell and rose everyday, and there was another kingdom slowly inching closer to the same fate that was faced by many others, The Greythrone Kingdom.


    The constant fear of losing everything that he lived for made the king take a step that sealed the fate of that poisoned world. He begged the gods for help. He gave them tributes, but the mighty gods didn’t pay any attention to the agony or belief of another one of their children. When the gods paid no attention to him he turned to ones who definitely would: The demons.


    Seven souls and bodies were sacrificed to the pentagram to bring forth a monster of unparalleled power. The demons rose up from the depths of hell and asked ‘What is it that you desire human?’


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    Awed in the beauty of the demons power the king spoke ‘I wish for the destruction of every Ruler on this land.’


    The Demon laughed, ‘Human your desires are not hard to a hard task, but what is it you offer?’


    ‘Take whatever you want, all that’s mine is yours.’ Spoke the king.


    The demon laughed, ‘Don’t you worry human your desires will be fulfilled soon.’


    With this a new era began on the continent. A new era of destruction where kingdoms fell but no new rose to replace them. The demon brought destruction with every step, and blood was spilt and souls of warriors were damned. Most of the opponents were no more than a pebble in his path.


    But there were some that stood their ground in front of him and actually made it fun, The masters: people who excelled in the three widespread powers of the continent.


    Yet in the end the demon smashed through these boulders that stood in his path. The only ones who could actually stand up to him amounted only to seven, These were the people whom he actually respected and the only ones who couldn’t be found after the battle.


    With time the number of masters who perished at the hand of the demon increased. Now even the empire began succumbing to the power of the demon.


    After 2 years of struggle humanity came to an end. Now the only ones living on the death continent was the Demon Monarch and his slaves, the Greythrone Royal Family.


    The screams of people still ringed in the minds of the family.


    In this world only despair ruled. Spontaneously one day the world they lived in turned upside down. Time and space folded on itself, the souls were pulled back from the underworld.


    The continent reverted back to its former self, the damned souls forced to inhabit their older shells with clear memories of the day they died. They all cursed this cruel world.


    Resentment and anger of these souls gave birth to the hero meant to liberate them. Our hero, Eryndor.