Chapter 2
Elson Noctis, Magius.
War Journal - 21st September 2038
Planet Earth…
It was once our beautiful home.
A place filled with wonder and endless hope. For all its perils, it was still home.
But one day, three dead gods fell upon our world.
And from their corpses came their followers.
Dragons from the Dragon God,
Demons from the Demon God,
and Specters from the Specter God.
They took over our planet, and in an instant, Earth was home no more.
It became the cruelest death trap imaginable, a beautiful prison where only death, slavery, or worse awaited us.
Humanity was routed in our short-lived wars against the three monstrous hordes.
The Demons claimed the North and South American continents.
The Dragons seized Africa.
The Specters conquered Europe, Russia, and China, leaving humanity with only Southeast Asia and the scattered islands of the South Pacific.
Tragedy.
Tragedy!
Of nine billion souls, eight billion were killed or vanished within months.
We regrouped in Australia and spent the next hundred years fortifying it.
But desperation breeds both creativity and progress.
Our technology advanced at a terrifying pace. Not only that, strange and powerful supernatural abilities began to appear among those born after the Godfall.
After two centuries of evolution and generations of blending technology with newfound mutant power, we were finally ready to strike back.
We were finally strong enough to challenge one of the three hordes.
We chose the Demons.
The fiends who had claimed the Americas.
In the year 2350 A.D., Humanity launched its first Expedition Army.
Upon landing at the southern tip of what was once Chile, we made a shocking discovery. Pockets of humanity were still alive!
But alas, they were enslaved by the Demons, bound in chains and despair.
Still, despite their power, the Demons had grown complacent. Their strength had stagnated over the centuries, while ours had multiplied beyond imagination.
With our advanced weaponry and awakened powers, we cut through their ranks and pushed all the way to their southern capital, freeing millions of our brethren in the process.
But there… we were stopped.
Valar, the Two-Headed Shaman, the Demon General stationed there,
was too powerful.
His vile magic repelled our energy blasters and even our mini thermonuclear bombs.
Only the awakened, those of us born with power, could so much as crack his glowing shield.
And so, I, Elson Noctis, Fire Mage, step forward in our darkest hour.
Tomorrow, I will lead six other fire mages to face Valar.
This may be the final entry in my journal.
If it is, then let it be known that Elson Noctis gave his best for Humanity.
And if one day our kind reclaims the world, may they remember this name.
By my hand,
Elson Noctis, Magius.
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