Progule
Once, the world belonged to mankind.
They built cities that touched the clouds, ships that conquered the seas, and dreams that reached the stars. But all of that vanished the day the Elfens came.
No one knows what they are. Some say they are demons wearing flesh, others claim they are nature's wrath — the world's rejection of humanity's arrogance. Whatever they are, they brought only one thing: the end.
Elfens do not eat to survive. They hunt to erase. Their bodies defy weapons, their wounds heal faster than death itself, and their eyes carry a hunger that no light can pierce. Humanity called them monsters — but monsters can die.
Elfens cannot.
In the ruins of their fallen kingdoms, humanity gathered their last strength and built it — a single colossal wall, spanning continents, fueled by cursed energy and blood sacrifice. Behind it, the last survivors live, surrounded not by peace, but by the silence of fear.
Generations passed. The stories of the outer world faded into myth. Yet beyond that Wall lies a vast, forgotten land — untamed seas, endless continents, and shadows that whisper of something even greater than the Elfens themselves.
And humanity, cursed as they are, cannot stop reaching for what lies beyond.
Some are born with Cursed Bindings — powers born from emotion, will, and the fragments of their ancestors' despair. They are called Hunters, warriors who venture outside the Wall to reclaim the lost world.
But every journey into the wild ends with the same question:
What if the Elfens were never the true enemy?
Because beyond the Wall lies not salvation — but the truth of why this world was devoured in the first place.
And soon… the Wall will not be enough.