Three hundred years ago, the world changed forever.
It began with the sky splitting open—an unnatural streak of silver fire tearing through the atmosphere. An abnormally large meteorite plummeted toward Earth, but scientists quickly realized it was no ordinary celestial body. Astronomers called it the Alien Planet, a drifting mass that carried things far worse than metal or stone.
When it struck, the world convulsed.
Oceans rose. Continents tore. Cities collapsed into dust. The impact warped the Earth's geological patterns, poisoning soil, air, and water. From the shattered remains of the "Alien Planet" crawled creatures humanity had no name for—twisted beasts, towering monsters, abominations with grotesque forms no imagination could ever craft. Their thirst was for blood, their hunger for flesh.
This moment marked the beginning of the Great Cataclysm, and with it, the first year of the century-long war between humans and the invaders.
Humanity fought bravely, multiplying weapons, building cities of steel, and forming armies of millions. Yet no matter how vast their numbers, humans always felt small—outmatched and outnumbered by predators who could tear tanks apart like paper. Bullets bounced off their hides. Explosives only angered them. Every battle turned into carnage.
Millions died. Most were devoured, bones were broken, and flesh were torn.
Human civilization shook to its core, drowning in terror and grief.
But in darkness, humans learned to adapt.
From desperation came invention—a new kind of weaponry, forged not from metal, but from biology. A biogeochemical innovation capable of harming the invaders. And as decades turned, the tides shifted. Beasts fell. Monsters burned. Humans reclaimed city after city, inch by bloody inch.
At last, after centuries of suffering, humanity won.
Or so they thought.
The weapon that saved them carried a hidden price: mutation. Some humans transformed—half-human, half-alien. They called them metahumans, gifted with strength that rivaled the creatures themselves. Some became protectors, but othes... lost control.
When the mutation consumed them, metahumans reverted into the very monsters they were created to destroy—turning on their own kind, slaughtering families, wiping out villages in a single night.
This was how the Clans were born.
Officially, they were families—large, powerful, influential. But beneath the surface, they were executioners. Secret organizations tasked with hunting corrupted metahumans and erasing every trace of their existence before the world fell into panic again.
Together, they were the Venator Order—the protectors of Valderra.
At least, that was the lie the world believed.
Because even Venators could turn. Even hunters could become monsters.
And one of them did.
His name was Elijah Montero—once a prodigy among the Venators, a ghost in the night, a legend whispered in training halls. He was fast, silent, deadly. His blade never missed, and his loyalty was unquestioned.
Until one mission changed everything.
Now, he was called the Shadow Killer—a man hunted by every Clan, feared by the public, and cursed by his former brothers. Some said he went rogue. Others said he murdered his entire squad. A few whispered that he was no longer human at all.
Wherever he appeared, death followed. Monsters and metahumans vanished. Venators never returned.
And finally, all clans agreed and collaborated together to kill him.
But legends do not stay buried forever.
Among the Venators, whispers spread like poison—rumors of a ghost returning from the dead, striking down monsters and hunters alike. Some dismissed it. Others trembled. Because if the stories were true, then the Shadow Killer had risen again.
And somewhere in the capital, a man in silver uniform and cold amber eyes quietly received a confidential mission file. His name was Aziel Lunaris—the youngest high-ranking Venator in history, respected, feared, and untouchable.
But when he saw the picture of a mask and read the name stamped across the report, his hand froze:
Elijah Montero.
Neither of them knew it yet—but this was the beginning of a journey that would unravel the truths of the Clans, the monsters, and the lies holding Valderra together. And in the shadows where fate had once torn them apart, it was about to reveal why.