Prologue - A Tale of the Awakened

The world was born in a symphony of creation, a masterpiece sculpted by the divine breath of the Almighty.

He crafted angels of pure light, their wings shimmering with celestial fire.

Then, he birthed humanity, a being of flesh and spirit, a beacon of his love.

But envy festered in the heart of Dragon, an angel consumed by ambition.

He craved the Almighty's power, the power to reshape the world in his image.

He rallied a legion of angels, whispering promises of dominion, and they stormed the heavens in a tempest of rebellion.

The battle shook the very foundations of creation, its echoes reverberating through the cosmos.

The Almighty, in his righteous fury, cast Dragon and his legion down, their wings clipped, their bodies bound to the earth.

The world bled crimson, the sky weeping as the fallen angels crashed upon its surface, a cataclysmic event that scarred the land forever.

The Almighty chained them to an abyss beneath the earth, severing their connection to the celestial, leaving them as shadows, forever trapped.

Yet, Dragon's ambition burned brighter than ever.

He whispered to humanity, promising forbidden power, twisting their souls and corrupting their hearts.

The fallen angels, desperate for freedom, sought to manipulate humans into releasing them from their earthly bonds.

They spread their lies and deceit, exploiting human weaknesses, turning friend against friend, brother against brother.

The world descended into chaos, a dystopian nightmare ruled by the fallen angels.

Humanity, enslaved and oppressed, was forced to serve their dark masters.

The Almighty, witnessing the suffering of his creation, devised a grand strategy: Spiritual Energy, a divine current flowing through all living beings, the very energy of one's soul.

This energy, could be accessed by anyone with the knowledge of its existence.

Its power granted humans the ability to stand toe-to-toe with the fallen, a force capable of restoring balance to the world.

But it could also be corrupted, twisted into a dark, insidious force, amplifying the very evils the fallen sought to unleash.

The Almighty descended upon the world, a storm of divine power, seeking to empower humanity and break the chains of their servitude.

He chose four men, their souls unyielding, their hearts pure, and bestowed upon them the gift of the Saints, granting them the ability to wield **Spiritual Energy**.

* **Shaka,** the man of the moon, commanded all lunar aspects.

**Jones,** the man of sound, wielded the mastery of sound waves with precision.

**Edwards,** the strategist, controlled temperatures, shifting from blistering heat to freezing cold with ease.

* **Johnson,** the warrior, generated and manipulated shockwaves, harnessing the sub-power of Vibration Manipulation.

These legendary abilities were etched deep within their very beings, granting them the power to resist the fallen and liberate humanity.

The Saints rallied a new generation of warriors who embraced the Spiritual Awakening, the realization of their true nature as souls inhabiting vessels.

This Awakening—a near-death experience, a profound moment of clarity, or even intense stress—unlocked their potential, turning them into superhuman beings.

These awakened individuals, the **Saints**, developed unique abilities, their souls revealing their true potential.

Each Saint possessed six stages of Awakening, each stage unlocking greater power and control over their abilities.

The Saints, empowered by the divine touch, became beacons of hope. They led the charge against the fallen angels, their strength growing with each battle.

The war raged across the land, a holy war unlike any other.

The Saints, along with their awakened followers, faced the fallen angels in a brutal, relentless struggle.

The first holy war was a cataclysmic event, a clash of divine and demonic powers that reshaped the world.

After days of relentless fighting, the humans, emboldened by the Saints' leadership and empowered by Spiritual Energy, finally triumphed. They pushed back the fallen, driving them back to the abyss.

The Almighty, witnessing their victory, created Hell, a dimension of pure darkness, a prison for the fallen.

The abyss was sealed, and the fallen angels were banished to this fiery realm, forever separated from the world they sought to rule.

The Saints established their empire in the heart of the Caribbean, a bastion of light against the encroaching darkness, forming clans of Awakened warriors.

They became the guardians of humanity, ensuring the fallen would never again threaten the world.

They were the first of their kind, their legacy enduring through generations, their true nature veiled from the world.

But the darkness, though contained, is never truly vanquished.

The whispers still echo in the shadows, waiting for the day when the balance shifts again.

The war may be dormant, but the world stands precariously on the brink of a crimson dawn.