Prologue – The Creation of Humanity

In the beginning, there was only the vast void and the endless expanse of mana. A silence so absolute that even time had yet to take its first breath. Then, in the heart of nothingness, mana clashed and collided, its unseen forces converging in a celestial war. From this chaos came a great explosion—an event so powerful that it birthed existence itself.

From the detonation of the first supernova, the First Gods emerged, primordial beings who carried the echoes of that first eruption within them. They shaped the cosmos with their will, breathing life into barren stars, sculpting the mountains and rivers, forging endless forests, and painting the skies with thousands of constellations. Yet, even as they wove the fabric of existence, something was missing. The universe was too still, too silent. Among these deities was Cernunnos, a being who gazed upon creation and saw its void—the absence of something that could truly shape the future. With the aid of Gaia, the Mother of life, and Tiamat, the Keeper of Mana, he forged the first design of humanity. The flesh was sculpted from earth, their souls tempered by the flow of mana itself. And when they opened their eyes, the universe was no longer silent.

But the world they chose to stay in was still cruel. The first humans were fragile, preyed upon by beasts and calamities beyond their understanding. To protect them, Cernunnos forged Guardians, divine beings meant to be humanity's shield. Yet, something went wrong. The Guardians rejected their purpose.

Instead of protectors, they became harbingers of ruin. Their power, too great and unrestrained, turned them into forces of destruction. Cities crumbled beneath their presence, mana twisted at their command, and the very balance of the world threatened to collapse. Unable to bear witness to his failure, Cernunnos cast them into oblivion, their names erased, their existence reduced to whispers in forbidden texts. Their broken forms were scattered across the world, buried in lands where no light could reach. And so, Cernunnos did not speak of them again. But some wounds do not heal. Some shadows do not fade. And the remnants of those who were never meant to exist still linger in the unseen corners of the world—waiting.