The Holy Land of Mana

The holy land of mana.

A sacred land filled with treasure and riches beyond any mans imagination. A treasure that could only be obtained once in every millennium.

But the treasure we desire is different from other places.

We treasure power. The power to rule.

The power to retaliate.

The power to stand up for yourself.

The power to conquer over people.

No matter the person, power was the main source of hierarchy. The powerful was respected and glorified, and the weak were thrown away and discarded. No one wanted to be weak.

Though some were born weak and some were born strong, it didn't matter under the talent and willpower of many.

The reason we were all born always all differently is because of races. Some born are dwarves, and some born are elves. Under the multitude of races, no one was born with the certainty of strength.

Only when people would looked around and be satisfied with their strength, would they be able to hold their ground and live a good life.

But when your were weak, you would be walked over, discarded. Your existence practically didn't exist in other people's eyes. So, to become stronger, one must first be trained. To train and train and train. Only then, when you can rival giants with your body, would you be ready for the next step.

Enhancement. To be fortified and enhanced with the power of mana. The fuel of magic and our source of power.

Mana.

The process of manipulating our body and structuring it the way we want. The way in which we would be able to gain more strength. More, more and more.

No stopping in the realm of power. Where the gods clash and cause countries to split. Where monsters ravage and get crushed with bare hands. Where the weak are wrong and the strong are right. The realm of power is large and expansive. No one will stop unless shown the powerful might of absolute power.

The next step is technique. The way we use our power. Powered with mana and our strength, we make techniques that can help us show off our strength. Is battle, technique is important and vital. In front of technique, power is useless unless used properly.

Then the last step is experience. Though someone can be powerful, yet young. They can be crushed under the might of veteran's experience. To be able to be in control of yourself in battle and be able to unleash your techniques at the right time.

This is the most efficient way of getting to the top of the extremely long food chain.

But you see, most of these steps need a very vital resource.

Mana.

Mana flows through everything. Everything we breath, eat and touch. Everything contains mana. And anything can use mana. But the density and concentration of the amount of mana is varied with each thing. Especially, since some are born different than the other. Others possessed the bodies of concentrated mana, while others could only have slivers of mana within them.

So the only way we can enhance ourselves permanently is the enhancement of our body, through the overextension of rapid waves of mana. Only when we can temper our bodies to a certain amount of mana waves, can we permanently enhance our bodies.

But where do we find such amount of mana to refine our bodies once we reach a certain stage?

The Holy Land of Mana.

The holy land blessed by the gods with its abundance of mana. Filled with inexhaustible and precious resources. Thought to be made out of gold or mana, it's resources were more valuable than any royal family.

But guarding this land is the ferocious beasts tempered by the mana waves. Under the constant barrage of mana waves, their intelligence dropped and they were savage.

Once someone is under too much exposure to mana waves, they begin to lose their sanity. Eventually turning into a savage beast that would attack on sight.

This is what had happened to the mass of beasts living in the exclusive land. Barely anyone escapes out alive, though that's not to say all the people there are dead, but they can almost never return. Maybe it's because of the beasts of the island, or the greed of power and strength. But we may never know as the holy land of mana disappeared.

At that point, the strength of the whole world was halted at its disappearance. No one could pass the next level threshold of enhancement. So what did we do?

We evolved. As time grew. We had long forgotten the ways of our brute and vile system. So we made a new system. Giving power to the leaders and royals. They would treat everyone the same, in a manner in which respected them and valued their opinions.

As well as the newly developed system, came a newly developed power. Not everyone wanted to be strong and powerful, so they worked their way around it. They researched the world around them and learnt of mana.

Under the research and experiments of mana, we discovered a way in which we would call the elements to help us in battle. We had learnt magic.

With the coming of magic, more and more technological advancements came one by one. The hierarchy changed again, leaders were allocated by the people under their vote. There wasn't as much royal families anymore as they as they had almost no power in front of the government.

Time flew by and everyone forgot of the ways of absolute strength. Everyone forgot of the mystical land of the holy land of mana. Everyone only focused on the way they could develop further than other places with their technology.

But not soon before the present, a suddenly event took place all around the world. The skies and seas shook, the earth crumbled and earth emerged like canines from a dog. The terrain became more violent and terrible.

Under more worse situations, we had to resort to the old ways to live. Under the banner of pure strength, some took the path of enhancing their body.

Time passed, and the people of the world was split between the two ways of power. The brute and vile ways of pure strength, or the ways of research and technology and magic. Debates came and went, and arguments sprouted and burned. No one knew which was better now that the world had changed.

They hadn't realise that the world was preparing for something.

On day, someone had invented the a way of infusing their magic with their strength. Like enhancing sword or body under the power of magic. It was much easier to enhance the strength of someone and an item under the help of the elements. But it couldn't last, the power of magic. It was like a temporary buff.

With this new outlook of power. Many people integrated their own style upon this take. Causing the world to be filled with many unique and powerful concepts of power. Under these unique concepts of power, schools were made.

Schools taught under the concept of their unique strength from their founding fathers. Student could apply and learn the ways of the unique concept of strength and then would be nurtured by the school into a powerful person.

With the bringing of extreme environments, also brought the evolution of many beast. So much, that they were over taking the world. So the real goal of these schools were not to teach them their concept of strength, but to nurture them into good warriors.

Even more time passed, students and warriors were many and the hordes of beasts were pushed back. The surviving races could take a break.

In the break, they discovered that even though some were in the same race, they didn't possess the same strength. Under research, they discovered bloodlines. The bloodlines were people's ancestor's power from the very brutal and savage age of body strength.

The discovered that, everyone of us have varied bloodline influences. The higher the influence of the bloodline, the more power that can be brought out their ancestor's strength.

But suddenly the races break was over and the second disaster was coming. The world shook and the skies cleared. The moon shined blood red.

The world was cursed.

Under moonlight, people would turn into wolves and would go savage. With their suddenly increase of strength, almost no one could stop them. With werewolves, also came goblins, skeletons, vampires, golems, sirens, monsters and such. The world brought more and more monsters for us to kill.

These times, needed a hero. And that was exactly what they got.

A hero named Stefan Rignel, born from the dark elf race. He welded a mace and various magical spells. He brought down the coming destruction of the whole world.

With his appearance. More and more heroes came up. The hordes were quickly vanishing under the power of these heroes and the other villainous races were nearly extinct.

Under the careful eye of the government, they reformed these near extinct races and transformed them into the allies. The races were the vampires, werewolves, tree men, and the such.

But unfortunately, everything went wrong. No one actually did anything, but the coming of the third disaster rapidly came.

The world shook once more. At the end, no one had noticed a change in the world. So they continued to destroy the hordes of beasts.

Eventually the beasts number dwindled and the most powerful hordes scattered across the world to take refuge in someplace else.

Behind the horde, they found a miracle...

...

Quinn sighed as he closed the book. He was sitting on the floor with a melancholy face. Why?

Well he had just died...