The year was 2024.
The world as humanity knew it changed forever with the arrival of mana. No one knew exactly where it came from—some said it was a gift from the heavens, others whispered of a cosmic anomaly. But one thing was certain: with mana came power... and destruction.
Supernatural abilities bloomed like wildfires. Ordinary people found themselves manipulating the elements—conjuring fire with a flick of their fingers, bending water, splitting the earth. Countries scrambled to understand it, to control it, to use it. But their efforts were short-lived.
From the rifts torn open in the sky, monsters began to descend.
Beasts the size of buildings, coated in impenetrable armor, breathing fire, venom, or even ice. They didn't just attack—they conquered. Cities fell overnight. Military weapons barely scratched their hides. In just three years, sixty percent of the human population was gone. Nations collapsed. Chaos reigned.
But in the darkness, four heroes rose.
They were known only by their code names—Flame Warden, Ice Monarch, Gaia's Hand, and Storm Herald. Gifted with extraordinary elemental control and combat talent, they turned the tide of battles that once seemed hopeless. United, they pushed back the beast tide. They didn't win every fight, but they survived—and that gave humanity hope.
Then came the final battle.
At the heart of a massive crater in what was once central Asia, they fought a being known only as the World Devourer, a monstrous creature unlike any seen before. The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights. In the end, they won. But victory came at a price.
In the monster's chest, they found it—a relic unlike anything on Earth. A crystalline amulet glowing with all the elemental colors. The artifact pulsed with a power so dense that even the air warped around it. The System later classified it as Tier 11—a rank so high, it was thought to be theoretical. A device capable of reshaping the laws of mana itself.
They were hailed as saviors.
But salvation was short-lived.
Peter—the Flame Warden—was the first to speak against what came next. He discovered that the others, corrupted by power, sought to use the artifact to control what was left of humanity. A new empire under their rule. Order through domination.
Peter ran.
He took the amulet and disappeared into the ruins of a dead city. His former teammates pursued him relentlessly. Peter knew he wouldn't survive, so he entrusted the amulet to the only person he could still trust—his wife.
She vanished, hidden by the few loyal to Peter, while he bought her time. When the others found him, they didn't ask for negotiations.
They killed him.
His name was buried. His story twisted. To the world, he died a traitor.
But the artifact was never found.
And somewhere in the shattered remains of civilization, a child was born—one who would unknowingly carry the fate of the world around his neck.