Prologue: The Awakening

The world as it was known ended on a frigid morning when the Himalayan mountains, long revered as the roof of the world, burst with a force so cataclysmic that it seemed as though the Earth itself had cracked open.

This was no mere earthquake, no shifting of tectonic plates. It was as if the very soul of the planet had been unleashed in a raw, uncontrollable torrent of magic. From the heart of these ancient peaks, a surge of pure, unbridled energy exploded, sending shockwaves through the very fabric of reality.

The skies darkened with a storm of chaos, the ground trembled as if in fear, and the oceans rose in fury, nature itself rebelling against the civilization that had taken it for granted.

The first signs were subtle—a tremor here, a strange glow there. But then, the full force of the eruption made itself known. Massive tsunamis, taller than skyscrapers, obliterated coastlines, swallowing entire cities in their wake.

What were once bustling ports and seaside paradises became graveyards, the remnants of civilization buried beneath tons of water and debris. Earthquakes, more powerful than any recorded in history, rippled out from the Himalayas, reducing the grandest structures of human achievement to dust and rubble.

The earth seemed to open up, devouring highways, buildings, and entire communities without warning.

As if this weren't enough, dormant volcanoes erupted with newfound fury, spewing molten lava and ash into the atmosphere, turning the skies into a hellish landscape of fire and darkness.

The sun was blotted out for weeks, plunging the world into a cold, ashen twilight.

Droughts gripped once fertile lands, draining them of life and turning them into desolate wastelands. The natural disasters came in waves, each more devastating than the last, as if the planet was unleashing all its pent-up rage in a single, apocalyptic moment. Millions perished in the chaos.

The death toll was unimaginable, the suffering immense. Cities that had stood for centuries were wiped from the map, leaving behind only ruins and the haunting silence of abandonment.

Those who survived did so in a state of shock, their lives irreversibly altered by the cataclysm that had torn their world apart.

They were the remnants of humanity, huddled together in the skeletons of their former civilization, trying to comprehend the incomprehensible. But amid the destruction, something extraordinary occurred.

As the world was reshaped by the forces of nature, the survivors began to experience a strange phenomenon.

It started slowly, with whispers of the impossible—a woman who could move objects with her mind, a man who could summon fire from his fingertips, a child who could heal wounds with a touch.

These stories spread like wildfire among the broken communities, each tale more fantastical than the last. And then, the truth became undeniable: the survivors were awakening.Each individual, it seemed, had been touched by the surge of magical energy that had erupted from the Himalayas.

This energy, ancient and powerful, had intertwined with the very essence of life on Earth, awakening in each person a unique, personal connection to the mana.

These newly awakened individuals, now referred to as Awakened, discovered they could wield powers that defied all logic and understanding. Some could control the elements, bending fire, water, earth, and air to their will.

 A few could even creating illusions or altering the very laws of physics.The world, though ravaged and broken, had become a place of limitless potential.

But with this potential came danger. The sudden influx of power into the hands of ordinary people created a breeding ground for chaos. Without guidance, without rules, the world teetered on the edge of anarchy.

Cities, once symbols of human ingenuity and order, now lay lawless, their streets ruled by those who had mastered their newfound powers.

Gangs of Awakened formed, each vying for control over the precious resources that remained. The strong preyed on the weak, and violence became the new currency of survival.

Governments, already weakened by the cataclysm, crumbled under the weight of this new reality.

The structures of power that had once kept society in check were unable to enforce order in a world that had been fundamentally altered. Law and order became relics of the past, and humanity, left to its own devices, began to descend into savagery.

In this vacuum of power, the world became a place where might made right, and only the strongest survived.

It was into this chaotic world that the next wave of change came. As if the cataclysm and the awakening of magic were not enough, the portals began to open.

They appeared without warning, rifts in the very fabric of reality that tore through the world in places of great tragedy and magical concentration.

These portals, swirling vortexes of energy, were unlike anything the world had ever seen. They hummed with an otherworldly power, and from them emerged beings from realms previously thought to be the stuff of legend.

The first to emerge were the Elves. Tall, graceful, and ethereal, they stepped through the portals with an air of ancient wisdom. Their eyes, glowing with a light that spoke of centuries of knowledge, took in the world with a mixture of curiosity and sorrow.

They were followed by the Dwarves, stout and strong, their hands calloused from centuries of working stone and metal. They carried with them the weight of their ancestral forges, their eyes gleaming with the fire of creation.But not all who emerged were so benevolent.

Orcs, brutish and powerful, stormed through the portals with a thirst for battle. Their massive forms, clad in crude armor, exuded a raw, primal strength.

They were soon followed by the Vampires, creatures of the night, whose seductive beauty hid a deadly predatory nature. Their eyes, red with hunger, scanned the world for prey, their fangs gleaming in the dim light.

And then, from the darkest depths of the portals, came the Demons. These were creatures born of malice and destruction, their forms twisted and horrifying. They radiated an aura of pure evil, their eyes burning with an insatiable desire to destroy. The very air around them seemed to sizzle with malevolence, and wherever they went, death and ruin followed.

The emergence of these new races plunged the world into further chaos. The Elves and Dwarves, recognizing the dire state of the world, sought an alliance with humanity. They saw the potential in the Awakened, the newly awakened humans, and believed that together they could restore some semblance of order to the shattered world.

A fragile treaty was formed, binding humans, elves, and dwarves together in a common cause.

But not all were so inclined towards unity. The Vampires and Orcs, seeing only weakness in the humans, rejected the idea of an alliance. They deemed humanity unworthy, too weak to survive in this new, harsh world.

Driven by a mixture of contempt and a desire for dominance, they waged a brutal war against the humans and their allies. The battles were fierce, blood staining the Earth as entire regions were turned into warzones.But none were more fearsome than the Demons. Unlike the other races, the Demons had no interest in alliances or treaties.

They were driven by a singular purpose: to annihilate all life on Earth. They slaughtered indiscriminately, their twisted forms leaving nothing but ruin in their wake. Entire communities were wiped out in a matter of hours, their inhabitants torn apart by the demonic horde.

The world, already on its knees, was faced with annihilation on an unimaginable scale.In a last desperate bid for survival, the leaders of all races—human, elf, dwarf, and even some of the orcs and vampires—came together.

They realized that if they continued to fight among themselves, they would all perish.

The threat posed by the Demons was too great to ignore. And so, a treaty was forged in blood and steel, binding them to a common cause: to banish the demons and reclaim their world.

The coalition fought back against the demonic horde with everything they had. Battles raged across the shattered continents, each more brutal than the last. The forces of light and darkness clashed, shaking the very core of the planet.

Cities were razed, forests burned, and mountains crumbled as the war escalated. But slowly, through sheer determination and sacrifice, the coalition began to push the demons back. After countless sacrifices and battles that shook the very core of the planet, they succeeded in banishing the demons to Cursed Abyss.

A realm of eternal darkness from which they could not escape. This realm, a prison of their own making, would be their eternal tomb. Peace, fragile and tenuous, was restored, but the scars of the war would linger for generations.

Orcs and Vampires choose to return to their land. While Elves and Dwarfs having nowhere to live were given separate land to thrive for.

In the aftermath, an organization was formed, an order with the highest authority among all organizations on human lands, to ensure that such a calamity could never happen again.

This council, known as Sentinels of Virtue , held power over the use of magic and maintained the delicate balance between the races.

The Sentinels were tasked with overseeing the distribution and use of magic, ensuring that it was used for the greater good and not for personal gain. But peace is a fleeting thing.

In the shadows, another organization began to rise—one that sought to exploit magic for their own twisted desires. They rejected the Sentinels' authority and used their powers for chaos and destruction. This organization, known as The Shadow Cabal, believed that magic should be wielded without restraint, that those with power should use it to shape the world as they saw fit.

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(A/N: 

I officially mark the conclusion of the prologue. The story will begin after this chapter 

🤩 Yay!!!..

Please feel free to ask any questions and give your view on it. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

You can read the auxillary chapter for more information about sentinels and shadow cabals

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