— Prologue. 

There was no god.

In God's stead, there was only the stench of war and the screams of the dying.

Noah, the serf.

Though he possessed nothing, his humble peace, spent in tranquil days with his family, was mercilessly plundered and shattered by the blades of a neighbouring kingdom.

The Six Kingdoms.

The common tongue they understood was the might of the cold blade. The weak were devoured, and the strong reigned like gods, a primal law of the jungle.

However, a fanatical devotee discovered the laws of Mana.

WHOOSH—!!

A young girl lay bound on a stone bed. Flames erupted from her arm. The fire climbed her arm, then spread, slowly engulfing her upper body, and then her entire form.

FLICKER—FLAME—!

"HAH HAH HAH! Look at this, emotions are an immense energy!"

"HEH HEH... With emotions like this, I might just go mad?"

"In a world where strength is truth, everything will now change."

Her body convulsed erratically, and the skin on her arms and neck gradually darkened, transforming her into something not quite human. It was the moment emotions were discovered as a source of Mana.

The world lost its balance and tilted.

Rage became flame, fear became ice, and joy summoned wind. Many lost their minds and went mad, and even beasts became afflicted.

Faith became a power stronger than nations, and it became the world's weapon.

An existence quietly observed all of this.

"This is not the world I desired."

The primordial god, forgotten by mankind.

"My unfortunate children, like my own creations. I cannot let them wander astray any longer. This world, filled only with desires, must be set right..."

Noah, the middle-aged head of a family, who toiled day and night to feed his loved ones. A man so worn out that he felt no emotion whatsoever.

One day, a voice whispered to him.

"ALL OF YOUR EMOTIONS ARE HIDDEN. AWAKEN."

The emotions dormant within him awakened.

His calm inner world was filled with emotions, pouring forth like a waterfall.

But standing before him were those who blocked his path.

Nations and cults, and the arbiters of order who suppressed emotions.

An unjust world, the sacrifice of loved ones.

The man who had endured it all, could bear it no longer.

He wielded the blessing of God as his weapon, brandishing his emotions like flames.

The will of God and his wrath were slowly beginning to synchronize.