The Forgotten History

Zaren walked through the bustling forest, his mind filled with thoughts of his recent dungeon raid. His new power felt limitless, but an unease lingered within him. Was it really just power, or something more?

With a single thought, he activated Teleportation, intending to return to his kingdom. But in an instant, he found himself standing in an unknown part of Elyria. The air was eerily silent, and before him stood a massive, ancient church.

The towering structure had gothic spires, stained glass windows depicting unknown deities, and an overwhelming aura of mystery.

"A church...? Do these people even worship gods?" Zaren thought, curious.

He stepped inside. The vast hall was dimly lit by flickering candles, casting long shadows. At the center, a priest in dark robes knelt in prayer.

As Zaren entered, the priest slowly turned, his sharp gaze scanning Zaren. His expression was calm, yet strangely knowing.

"Who are you?" the priest asked, stepping forward.

Zaren hesitated. "Uh... I'm a hunter. I just wanted to check the church."

The priest smiled. "I see. If that's the case, you may pray."

Zaren hesitated again. "Sir, I... I don't know anything about this religion."

The priest chuckled softly. "Then perhaps I should explain." He gestured for Zaren to sit. "Listen carefully, boy. This is not just a story—it is history."

The Creation of the Primordials

"In the beginning, God created humans and placed them upon this world. But he knew they would need guidance, so he created seven Primordials—divine beings to oversee his creation."

1. The Primordial of Light – The guardian of truth, justice, and balance.

2. The Primordial of Knowledge – The keeper of wisdom and time.

3. The Primordial of Nature – The one who shaped the lands and seas.

4. The Primordial of War – The embodiment of strength and discipline.

5. The Primordial of Chaos – The force that maintained change.

6. The Primordial of Life – The one who blessed humans with breath.

7. The Primordial of Death – The collector of souls, ensuring the cycle continued.

But among them, the Death Primordial was different and the strongest among them.

"He did his duty well, taking the souls of those whose time had come. But one day, he met a man—a dying human begging for his life."

Zaren leaned in, listening intently.

"The man pleaded, 'Please, don't take me! I don't want to die!'

The Primordial hesitated. He had been told never to take a good soul by force. But looking into the desperate, terrified eyes of the human, something changed within him.

He began to question.

'Why did God create these humans? They are nothing but weak, temporary creatures. They live, they suffer, and they die. They fear death, yet they worship life.'

For the first time, Death disobeyed.

He took the man's soul forcefully, inflicting upon him an unimaginable pain.

But that was not enough.

In a moment of madness, he took the souls of the man's family as well."

The priest's voice dropped to a whisper. "And that was the moment the world changed."

The Birth of the Gates

"The Death Primordial's anger only grew. He looked upon the world and saw nothing but meaningless existence.

And so, he decided.

'If humans do not wish to die, then I will make them fear life itself.'

He betrayed God and created the Gates, tearing holes in reality itself.

From these gates, he unleashed monsters—Titans, Demon Lords, Orc Kings, and nameless horrors. He sought to drown the world in chaos, proving that humans were weak and unworthy of existence."

"God descended from the heavens, furious

got Death Primodial infront of him.

'Why have you done this? Why did you take the souls of the innocent? Why have you started destruction upon my world?'

The Death Primordial, standing amidst his creations, replied,

'Because they are weak, my Lord. They do not deserve your mercy. They are nothing but flesh and bones.'

God's voice thundered. 'You are wrong. I created humans because I wished to see them grow, to see how they would shape their own fate. You were only meant to guide them, not judge them.'

And so, he made a decree:

'You say humans are weak? Then I shall make them stronger than you.'

He gifted humans power—the strength to fight back, to stand against the monsters. And then, he turned to the Death Primordial and spoke the final judgment:

'You will be sealed in the Empty Void. And when the time comes, you will return—in a humans body, And only when you accept the truth will your curse be broken and you will get a kind hearted person that will show it to you, and both of you will get only one body.'"

The priest paused. His eyes, gleaming in the dim candlelight, locked onto Zaren's.

"And so, the Death Primordial was sealed... awaiting the day of his return."

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Zaren's Realization

A cold chill ran down Zaren's spine.

"Sealed inside a human...?" he murmured. "Could that really be true?"

The priest smiled knowingly. "Excuse me, but I must go now."

Before Zaren could ask anything else, the priest turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the vast, silent hall.

Zaren clenched his fists.

With a heavy heart, he left the church and teleported back to the Silver Moon Inn, his mind filled with questions.

The past was not just history.

It was a prophecy yet to be fulfilled.

(Chapter 22 Fin)