Prologue

Nothing but silence remained above the surface. Beneath the surface, contained the dense cruelty of agonizing pain.

Metallic chambers branched throughout the underground, suppressing all sound that came from within. Inside was a scene so bright and white, the naked eye would go blind.

Rumored to be the place where 'those who have sinned, must be cleansed', people of kinds would be brought to atone.

The remake of an individual. The sprout of a new kind.

Overseen by a hierarchy of beings, power was filled to its highest brim. They sought to bring a revelation to the world they were bestowed upon. But with the peace they aimed to establish, would come just as many catastrophes.

Seven individuals united by the power above, lead the intellectual mass.

A conflicting feeling of ease and fear was brought upon the one word they stood by.

Archangel.