~ The Beginning ~

Long time ago, when the ocean was still young and the skies were a terrifying omen. When the humans died in war and the calamity struck to the core, the rise of the Deities, began to achieve the epitome, the peak of the edge, was where an unhealthy amount of jealousy was born.

The humans were immature, the demons were rioting, the fire was spreading and an unease had settled in the core.

The reason for such a destructive scene was curious, it could be the pride of chaos, or simply the intolerance of unknown.

The confusion was fresh and the fight for dominance was at its peak, when the birth of a Deity shook the world. This Deity was innocent and weak, yet held the power of voice which others obeyed without choice.

He could not only condition and tame the rowdiest of beasts, but his influence also reached far and wide. His name alone would carry fear as his aura could subdue any being one would hear.

This Deity gave birth to a weapon, which only a few could learn and take forward, for such a powerful skill wasn't for the coward. This weapon was an art, the art of Chanting, the medium of the heart.