Countless ages ago, there existed a divine being of pure goodness, whose love for the creatures he created was the driving force of his existence. He dedicated eons to the work of building the material world, shaping every mountain, every river, every living being with loving intention.
During this creation process, he met a human woman, marked by a special grace, a direct recipient of his divine favor. A unique bond developed between them, a connection that transcended the barriers between immortality and mortality.
Driven by this love, the god left his higher plane of existence and descended to the earthly world to share his life with her. Together, they established a nation, a kingdom born from their deep union, a tangible testament to their affection.
Over time, their love blossomed and bore fruit: a son, the embodiment of their shared joy. However, this happiness was threatened by the appearance of the god's twin brother, a primordial entity who represented the very essence of evil and destruction.
—I won't let you destroy everything I've created!
In a final act of love and sacrifice, the god confronted his dark twin, managing to confine him in a cosmic seal, but at an immense cost: his own life was extinguished in the process.
Before his disappearance, he left a significant object for his son: a sword imbued with his power, intended to be a symbol of his legacy and a tool for the future. The peace that followed was brief and fragile. The kingdom the god and his beloved had so painstakingly built was invaded by outside forces, consumed by the violence and ambition of others.
Amidst the chaos and despair, the god's wife protected her son with her own body, sacrificing her life to ensure his survival in a now desolate world.
Currently, in the Kingdom of Moniyan, a land that still maintained faith in the benevolent god, a shadow spread. The seal that held back the ancient evil had weakened and finally broken. The dark god, freed from his prison, began to alter the fundamental balance of the worlds, plunging reality into increasing chaos.
There lived a fifteen-year-old boy named Aron, an orphan from birth. He found solace in stories from the past, tales of divine love and supreme sacrifice.
—Why doesn't anyone protect us?
Although he never knew his parents, he felt a deep longing for the warmth of a family, for the security of a home.
Shortly after hearing one of these stories, the orphanage where he resided was attacked by grotesque creatures, unnatural beings from corrupted dimensions.
-Aid!
Panic gripped the children, but Aron felt an unexpected determination.
—I won't let them hurt you!
He remembered the legend of the sword, the last gift from a father he'd never embraced. In a forgotten corner of the orphanage, he discovered the weapon, embedded in an ancient stone.
Without hesitation, he reached out and grasped the handle. His heart was beating with an intensity he had never known before.
—Come on! We have to get out of here!
With fierce concentration, he poured all his intent into the sword. And then, the stone beneath his feet began to tremble.