500 Years Ago — The Day the Sky Turned Red
The sky was not dark.
The sky was breaking.
Magic crashed in the air like a wild storm.
Dragons circled high above the battlefield.
Elf arrows pierced through smoke and dust.
Beastmen charged with wild roars.
Humans stood together in giant magic circles.
The war between races had passed the point of talking.
It was no longer about land.
It was about control.
It was about who had the right to rule the world.
Then—
The air changed.
Silence spread.
Not because everyone stopped.
But because something bigger than the war... turned on.
In the middle of the battlefield stood a little girl.
Her long red hair blew in the hot wind.
Her white dress was not stained by blood.
And on her back—
A geometric circle glowed.
The pattern was perfect. Sharp. Like a military machine.Straight lines and hard corners.
It was not a symbol of life.
It was not a symbol of nature.
It was pure system.
Someone whispered with a shaking voice.
"Apotheosis… Rubedo."
The girl did not pick up a weapon.
She did not scream.
She only opened her eyes.
And the system reacted.
The ground cracked.
The sky turned red.
And slowly—
Her feet lifted off the earth.
Thick red Aether exploded out like a forced chemical reaction.
Fortresses fell in a single heartbeat.
Dragon wings were torn by invisible pressure.
The magic circles of thousands of wizards shattered like broken glass.
There was no hate on her face.
No anger.
Only function.
Dongga.
The pillar of destruction.
The sky turned deep red.
It looked as if a second sun appeared—and then died at the same time.
The war… ended.
Not because someone won.
But because there was nothing left to continue.
Dust fell slowly.
Screams turned into silence.
In the distance, a man stood without shaking.
The King's Right Hand.
His black coat moved slowly in the wind.
His eyes reflected the red light.
He did not look scared.
He did not look sad.
He looked at the little girl.
And he smiled thinly.
"Beautiful…"
He did not see the victims.
He did not see the destruction.
He saw the moment the limits of the world broke.
And he knew—
He would wait for that moment to return.
The little girl lowered her hands.
The light dimmed.
The geometric circle on her back was still glowing.
Cold.
Precise.
Without emotion.
And for the first time since she was created—
She looked small.
Very small.
The war ended that day.
But the world was not finished with the system she had built.
And someone… began to wait.