Prologue
“Clytector Euryale — he was the highest-ranking noble to ever live, more than 5,000 years ago (around 3300–3000 BC). They say he never once revealed his beast form. But people from the past claimed he had more than two arms. His true form remains a mystery to this day. His power was unmatched — even the king at that time couldn’t compare to his strength.”
“But sir, if he was so powerful, how did he die? The king from 5,000 years ago is still alive, so why did someone stronger than the king die?”
“Well,” the teacher sighed. “Did you even listen to the history I’ve taught up here? No? I figured — you were probably asleep again. Protector Euryale was the savior of our planet, Clytemnestra — the very world we now call home. When a massive nebula attacked our kingdom, Euryale sacrificed himself. His body was turned to ash by the force of the impact.”
The classroom fell silent. Everyone knew who Protector Euryale was. His statue stood at the heart of the kingdom — a monument to show all, from within and beyond the realm, the man who saved them all.
The strongest man to ever live.