This was the Era of Mythos.
Around two billion years ago, the humanity of that age discovered an unavoidable and unacceptable truth: the world was destroying itself—and it would soon annihilate all who inhabited it.
To survive this impending annihilation, a group of people came together and created a mechanism capable of stealing authority from the world itself. That stolen authority condensed into an ethereal core, which came to be known as MYTHOS.
The road to the creation of Mythos was drenched in blood. Entire races were wiped out, and countless nations were destroyed. In their greed to survive, humanity turned the world upside down.
When the world's eternal consciousness became aware of humanity's deeds, it was enraged. Despite being the strongest entity in existence, it was helpless—unable to destroy humanity directly. Instead, the consciousness of the world established new rules.
These laws decreed that Mythos would choose its own wielder. If a person who possessed a Mythos died, that Mythos would vanish for fifty years before reappearing to select a new bearer.
Thus began a new age of bloodshed, known as the NULL ERA.
"With Mythos now bound by these laws, humanity turned upon itself, and the world drowned in unending conflict."
Power began choosing people instead of people choosing power
But Humanity never learned.
After the beginning of the NULL ERA, and after realizing how the world had damned them, their mindset shifted—from "Together we survive" to "Only the strong deserve to survive."
Driven by lust and an endless need for power, humans turned toward a new path. Through forbidden manuscripts detailing methods to create Mythos, they began hunting magical beasts—beings far closer to the world's authority than humans themselves. Once respected, feared, and even worshiped by certain cultures, these creatures were slaughtered.
Their blood, essence, and authority were forcibly condensed into cores known as Beast Mythos Cores.
Thus, a new chapter of the NULL ERA began.
As time passed and countless wars scarred history, humanity discovered a terrifying truth: those who wielded Mythos or Beast Mythos Cores underwent irreversible mutation. Their bloodlines were altered, and fragments of the core's power were passed down to future generations.
What began as theft became inheritance.
One of these bloodlines belongs to the Solun Family.
Within this lineage, a child's bloodline is determined at birth. Those born under the presence of the sun inherit the Sun Bloodline, while those born under the presence of the moon inherit the Moon Bloodline.
This phenomenon is not symbolic. At the moment of birth, the celestial authority imprint—sun or moon—binds itself to the child's Essence Flow, permanently shaping their bloodline.
Thus, a single family carries two opposing inheritances, united by blood yet divided by fate.
"Should I go… or not?"
I've asked myself that question at least a hundred times now.
I'm nineteen years old, 178 centimeters tall, with jet-black hair and brown eyes. Muscular for my age—not by talent, but by effort. I worked for this body because I believed in one thing: if I was given little, then I would refine that little to perfection. People say my looks are easy on the eyes—the kind that makes someone glance twice before looking away. I never cared much about that.
What mattered was opportunity.
My friends invited me to join them on a hunt. The RAVENS had announced a raid on God's Graveyard—a forbidden zone, infamous for the gruesome scars it carried from ancient wars. The moment the announcement spread, the world stirred. Adventurer demand skyrocketed.
Guilds. Families. Independent factions.
Everyone was recruiting.
Everyone wanted a share of whatever could be taken from that cursed land.
I wanted to go too.
But wanting something and being allowed to reach for it are very different things.
I don't have high status. I don't have influence. And with my limited standing, I can't represent my family in a raid of that scale. One mistake there wouldn't just cost a life—it would stain a name.
I was born under the presence of the moon.
But that night… the moon was eclipsed by blood.
A Blood Moon Eclipse—a phenomenon that occurs once every seventy-seven years. The Earth swallowed the moon's light, warping the authority of lunar marks. Because of that imbalance, my Moon Bloodline never awakened. It has remained dormant my entire life.
As if that wasn't irony enough, the same day marked the Birth of the First Wind.
Anyone born on that day is blessed by wind.
It isn't as powerful as a Mythos Core, a Beast Mythos Core, or a true bloodline awakening—but it's more than simple Essence Flow. A subtle advantage. One that rewards movement, awareness, and survival.
A blessing that feels like it's always urging me forward.
And yet—
I hesitate.
I want to go.
But there's a voice inside me, quiet and persistent, telling me not to.
Not fear.
Not doubt.
Something deeper.
You could call it instinct.
A whisper that has followed me since birth.
Since the night the moon bled… and the world failed to claim me.
My name is Daemon Moonborn.
And instincts like mine are never wrong.
At this point, you might be asking—who the hell are the Ravens, and what exactly is Essence Flow?
The RAVENS are an adventurer guild. Not just any guild, but one of the largest and most powerful in existence. They command both strength and respect, backed by numerous primordial clans—including my own.
Since the beginning of the NULL ERA, humanity has not withered. Instead, it has thrived.
Empires no longer exist. No one dares to build one, and no one dares to claim the title of emperor. Society is governed through collective rule, where authority is earned through power—and the strong are given a voice.
As for Essence Flow—
It originates from the world itself.
A power far purer than Mythos, Essence Flow is the foundation of all existence. Every being is formed from it, sustained by it, and ultimately returned to it. While weaker than stolen authorities like Mythos, it is stable, universal, and unavoidable.
Essence Flow is the original power of the world.
Before Mythos was stolen, before bloodlines were distorted, before the NULL ERA began Essence Flow already existed. It is not authority. It is not will. It is simply existence in motion.
Everything that lives is formed from Essence Flow Humans , Beasts,Land,Air
Even time's passage is carried by it
Unlike Mythos, Essence Flow does not choose and does not judge. It flows equally through all beings.