The sky was burning.
Not red… not orange… but a deep, suffocating black, as if the world itself had begun to rot from above.
Across the vast lands of Valoria, flames devoured everything—kingdoms, cities, and the very hopes of mankind. The once-mighty continent, home to fifteen great kingdoms, now stood on the brink of complete annihilation.
And this… was only the beginning.
Long before this destruction, the world was divided into eight great continents.
To the east lay Aetherion, the floating realm of the High Elves, where islands drifted endlessly across the skies and winds obeyed their will.
To the south burned Drakmor, a land of fire and ash, ruled by demons and creatures born from molten fury.
Deep within the endless forests of Sylvaris, the beastfolk and wood elves thrived, bound by ancient nature magic that even time feared.
Beyond the frozen north stood Frostheim, a merciless land of ice, where only the strongest could survive its eternal winter.
Far across the seas rested Nerathis, a hidden world beneath the waves, where ancient beings watched silently from the depths.
Then there was Umbraxis, a cursed continent swallowed by darkness, where shadows lived… and the dead did not remain dead.
In the west stretched Terradon, a desert of endless sands, filled with ruins of civilizations long forgotten.
And at the very center of it all…
Valoria.
The land of humans.
The land of ambition, greed, unity… and betrayal.
Fifteen kingdoms once stood here—ten bound by alliance under the mighty Aurelion Crown, and five forsaken, left to rot at the borders, endlessly suffering from wars and unknown horrors.
No one listened to their cries.
No one came to save them.
And now… no one would survive.
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A lone figure stood amidst the ruins of a shattered battlefield.
Blood soaked the ground beneath his feet. The air reeked of death.
His name was Kael Veyron.
The last king… of a fallen world.
His eyes, once filled with fire, now held nothing but emptiness as he stared at the collapsing sky.
"They were wrong…"
His voice was hoarse, barely audible under the distant roars of destruction.
"It wasn't just war… it was extinction."
In the distance, something moved.
A presence so overwhelming that even the air trembled before it. Something beyond humans… beyond kings… beyond this world.
Kael clenched his fists.
Memories flashed through his mind—
The betrayal of the central kingdoms.
The silence of the Aurelion Crown.
The suffering of the five forsaken lands.
And the truth… the truth they hid until it was too late.
A faint, broken laugh escaped his lips.
"So this is how it ends…"
The ground beneath him began to crack.
Light—no… something far more ancient—began to rise from beneath the ruins.
Kael's eyes widened.
He had seen this before.
Not in this life… but in fragments. In dreams. In visions he never understood.
Until now.
"This… is my chance."
The world around him began to collapse completely, devoured by an unseen force.
Kael slowly closed his eyes.
"If I return…"
His voice steadied.
"I won't save this world."
A pause.
A deep breath.
"I'll destroy it… before it destroys itself."
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And then—
Everything went silent.
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When Kael opened his eyes again…
The flames were gone.
The sky was clear.
And the world… had turned back