The Cracked World
Alvion was perfection incarnate, a world molded by the hands of the Divine One, Kami Himself. Its lands flourished with untamed beauty, its skies shimmered in hues no mortal mind could replicate, and its inhabitants—humans, animals, and mythical creatures—lived in harmony. It was a sanctuary, a crown jewel of creation that cast shadows upon the other, less vibrant planets of the cosmos. Alvion was whole, unbroken, and eternal. Or so its people believed.
But perfection, it seems, is not immune to decay.
It began subtly, like the whisper of a predator stalking its prey. Cracks appeared—not in the earth but in the spirit of the planet itself. An insidious corruption seeped into its very essence, tearing rifts across the land. From these rifts emerged horrors never before seen: monstrosities that twisted the laws of nature and enslaved entire races. The peace of Alvion shattered, and with it, the hope of its people.
At the heart of this darkness were the Monarchs—seven harbingers of sin, each embodying a primal corruption:
The Monarch of Pride, who twisted the noble elven race into pawns of arrogance.
The Monarch of Lust, whose man-eating flora lured prey with deadly beauty.
The Monarch of Greed, a colossus who lorded over the insatiable giants.
The Monarch of Gluttony, a devourer whose carnivorous insects left nothing but desolation.
The Monarch of Sloth, a shadowy force draining the will to resist without ever lifting a finger.
The Monarch of Envy, a manipulative ruler of demonic beings who thrived on chaos and betrayal.
The Monarch of Wrath, the apex of destruction, a draconic king whose fury could break the world itself.
The Monarchs were not conquerors—they were corrupters. Under their dominion, Alvion became a realm of despair.
Faced with this unimaginable terror, humanity turned to Kami in desperation. Their prayers rose like a storm, pleading for deliverance. In His mercy, Kami answered, spilling a new energy into the world: Mana. This power flowed through the veins of every living being, awakening magical abilities thought impossible. Humanity fought back with newfound strength, and for a moment, they glimpsed victory.
But Mana was a double-edged sword.
The corruption adapted, twisting Mana into a vile counterpart: Dark Magic. The monsters evolved, becoming more cunning, more powerful, and more relentless. Once again, humanity found itself cornered, their hope slipping through their fingers.
It was then that Kami's voice echoed once more, reverberating through the hearts of His creation. This time, He called for eleven champions. The strongest, bravest, and most virtuous warriors among humanity stepped forward, offering themselves in a final plea for salvation.
Kami transformed them. These warriors ascended, their mortal forms replaced with something divine. They were the Holy Angels—beings of pure light and power, their wings blazing with Kami's will. Each angel bore a unique gift, a fragment of the Divine, and together they became humanity's shield against the encroaching darkness.
Their arrival heralded the dawn of a new era. Under their guidance, humanity built Tristan, the Holy City, a citadel of resilience and hope. With the Holy Angels at their side, the people of Alvion fought back, turning the tide of the war once more.
But even as the years passed and the battle raged on, whispers spread like wind through the cracks of the world. There was something deeper, something darker, slumbering beneath the surface of Alvion—a force neither human, angel, nor Monarch could comprehend. And its awakening would not simply reshape the fate of Alvion—it would challenge the heavens themselves