In a world ravaged by endless war, the kingdoms of Belinis and Galobicàl stood as bitter enemies, locked in a cycle of bloodshed and destruction. The clash of steel and the cries of the fallen painted the land with despair. Yet, amidst this turmoil, a group of heroes emerged—Blessing from the Gods. Proclaimed as saviors, their arrival promised hope, but their actions told a different story
Seizing control of Belinis under the guise of justice, they unleashed a storm of violence, slaughtering countless innocents in their path. Their conquest did not end there. Turning their gaze to Galobicàl, they struck with divine ferocity, leaving the kingdom in ruins. When the dust settled and the cries faded, Belinis stood triumphant. But the victory was hollow.
After the chaos wrought by the Blessing from the Gods hero group, the gods themselves looked upon the world in sorrow. They had once given their chosen heroes divine powers, believing they were creating protectors of peace. But instead, these heroes had left nothing but destruction in their wake. The kingdom of Galobicàl was in ruins, and Belinis, though victorious, was tainted by the bloodshed and the curse that followed.
In a desperate attempt to undo the devastation, the gods sought to revoke the powers granted to their "Blessing from the Gods" heroes. However, their divine laws bound them in ways that prevented them from directly intervening in the world of mortals. The gods could not, by their own rules, strip away the powers they had bestowed. Their hands were tied by fate.
Frustrated and torn between their laws and the destruction that followed, the gods convened. They needed a solution—a way to counter the chaos without violating their sacred rules. After much deliberation, the gods turned to the God of Nature, one of their oldest and most powerful beings. It was the God of Nature's duty to maintain the balance between life and death, growth and decay.
The God of Nature was instructed to create a new kind of flower—one that was blessed by the gods themselves. These flowers were imbued with divine power, meant to be given to those who still held goodness in their hearts. The gods hoped that these flowers would serve as a beacon of hope, granting strength to the noble and virtuous, who would rise up against the Blessing from the Gods heroes and restore balance to the world.
The God of Nature obeyed, and from the fertile soil, a new breed of flowers began to bloom. They were known as the Blessed Flowers. Their petals shone with an ethereal light, and their fragrance carried the touch of the divine. To hold these flowers was to carry the power of the gods themselves—power meant to be used for good.
But the gods had underestimated the greed and corruption that plagued mankind.
As the Blessed Flowers spread across the land, they were not claimed by the virtuous. No, it was the desperate, the power-hungry, and the corrupt who sought them out. Driven by the desire for strength and control, kingdoms, warlords, and common men alike began to covet the flowers. Even those who had once fought for peace now saw the flowers as a means to tip the scales in their favor, to gain the upper hand in the eternal battle for power.
Greed tainted the flowers' power, and the intended rebellion against the Blessing from the Gods heroes became a war for dominance. Instead of offering redemption, the flowers only fueled the fires of war, turning the land into an even darker place. The gods watched in horror as their divine gift was twisted into a catalyst for more bloodshed.
The once-beautiful blooms, meant to grant hope, now bloomed on the battlefields, their petals crushed beneath the feet of those who sought to control them. And as the flowers spread, so did the corruption, until even those who had touched them were transformed into greedy shadows of their former selves.