The Second Disaster hero
Long ago… before the kingdoms rose and the empires spread their banners across the land, there was only chaos.
A man once hailed as a savior — a hero blessed by the divine — brought the world to ruin.
His name… was Rohan, remembered now only as the Hero Disaster.
They said his power rivaled the gods themselves.
But the greater his strength grew, the deeper his despair became.
No one knew why he turned against humanity — only that when his wrath fell upon the world, mountains burned, oceans split, and hope itself faded from existence.
When all seemed lost, light returned to the sky.
From the heavens descended three figures cloaked in radiance — their wings gleaming like the promise of dawn.
The people called them the Three Saviors.
The first, a noble warrior with wings of gold, carried the strength to command armies.
The second, a maiden of purity, carried the heart to heal the broken.
And the last, a man cloaked in shadow, bore skeletal wings of death and sorrow.
Though many feared him, his loyalty to humanity never wavered.
Together, they brought the Hero Disaster to his knees.
But as he lay dying upon his throne of ruin, his eyes met the shadowed hero’s and he whispered,
“Do you still remember me…? I’m sorry… I failed you…”
Then silence claimed the battlefield — and the world was reborn in peace.
For generations, humanity thrived.
Kingdoms rebuilt, empires expanded, and the name Abeion became a beacon of hope —
the last kingdom of light that stood even when all else had fallen.
Yet peace is fragile.
Where light endures, shadows always follow.
And so, humanity — once saved by heroes — began to destroy itself through greed, pride, and betrayal.
The same world the heroes died to protect was now devoured by those hungry for power.
Abeion fell to fire and invasion.
The Holy Empire and the Southern Alliance brought war to its gates, and the kingdom that once stood for hope… burned beneath its own sky.
But legends never die.
Even in the ashes, fate weaves a new thread.
And from those ashes… a child survived.
A boy who ran through the northern forests, guided by loss and sorrow.
A boy whose life was spared not by luck, but by destiny.
His name — Elion.
