Volume I: The beginning

[Kurei Natsumori]

Fire, the whole to this world. It burns brightly beneath our chest, it burns bright within our eyes. Fire, it fills the air in thick smoke, covering the world in ashes.
Under the fire of a dying world, 5 souls were all that remained of the old world. They were the toughest among their kind, hurling in chaos on a barren rock with nothing but themselves. Fed up with one another for countless years. The 5 put aside their differences in hopes of a new world, a way to display their projection of power unto others. Their minds made that each would prove greater than the other combined their powers, Wrath, Deceit, Balance, Truth, Protection, had formed the foundation of this world. In this small flourishing space, life thrived, in the Realm.

The new founded world was born in the ruble of ash, given life by the small flames. Humans, Orc, Elven, Angels, and Demons took upon the fields of the world. The world anew, as the clock began again. The desperate rush for power, each attempting to prove their superiority against one another. The Dominant race, to project the dominant faith. The Realm, Zero