Long ago, there was one perfect continent — Eldara.
A vast, endless land where gods walked among mortals, and destiny was written in stone.
But when the gods tried to carve humanity's fate into that sacred rock,
the Truth was exposed.
And mankind rebelled.
They raised their blades against the heavens themselves.
[Visual: The sky torn apart by lightning. Titans clash with mortals. The ground bleeds red — oceans boil, mountains crumble. The world screams in divine fury.]
Then — amid the chaos — a single ray of light erupted from the core of the earth.
It pierced the heavens and split Eldara apart, carving deep scars across the world.
When the light faded, the continent was gone — shattered into twenty realms.
Each realm became a world of its own — with its own sky, its own laws, its own heartbeat.
And in every realm, a hidden god ruled from the shadows, pulling the strings of mortal kings.
The people forgot the war.
They forgot the truth.
And the gods smiled from their thrones of dust.
Traveling between realms is impossible — their timelines twist, their physics defy reason.
Only one kind of soul can walk between them.
A Myth Breaker.
[Scene shift: The wind howls across a barren wasteland. Endless dunes of gray dust stretch beneath a dying sun.]
A lone figure walks through the silence —
Aren Kairen, seventeen, a boy from a forgotten border village in Realm 20 — the Realm of Dust.
In his world, people believe the horizon is the end —
that beyond it, nothing exists.
Yet he keeps walking.
Sand crunches under his feet. The wind burns his face.
Then he stops.
Lying before him — half-buried in ash — is a man.
His body is chained, his arms scorched, his eyes faintly glowing beneath the grime.
Aren (softly): "Who... are you?"