The world was divided into four realms, each sustained by a sacred crystal known as a Brilliant—the living heart of an element.
Among them, Air stood above all.
The Brilliant of Air governed the skies, the breath of life, and the flow of magic itself. It was said that as long as the winds remained whole, the other elements would follow. Because of this, the Guardian of Air was chosen not only as a protector, but as the pillar of balance among the four realms.
The Brilliant of Earth endured all burdens, holding the world together in silent strength.
The Brilliant of Water preserved memory and healing, flowing where it was needed most.
The Brilliant of Fire existed to burn away decay, ensuring rebirth through destruction.
These Brilliants were not weapons.
They were vows—fragile, sacred, and absolute.
Each realm entrusted its Brilliant to a single Guardian, bound by oath to protect it at the cost of their life. Their duty came before love, mercy, or desire.
For centuries, harmony was maintained under the command of Air.
Until the day the strongest Brilliant began to crack.
When the wind faltered, the world trembled.
Suspicion turned toward Earth.
Alliances fractured.
And the Guardian of Air, feared and revered, was forced to choose between control and truth.
Thus began a conflict where enemies were forged by duty—
and where love would rise in defiance of power itself.