Prologue: A World Without Walls
"Before there were kingdoms, before there were walls, this world was one.Then mankind learned to fear."
At the edge of the world, beyond the reach of maps and thrones, stood an old, crumbling church. Its walls were cracked, its roof on the verge of collapse—yet that was where I was born, between the songs of the midnight wind and the dying flicker of flame. There were no records, no witnesses. Only the whispered prayers of a mother whose name I never spoke, and the warm hands of races the world had taught to hate each other.
I, Roky, was raised with no flag. No kingdom. No walls.
Nine kingdoms tower proudly across Aetherya, each built on the blood and pride of its race. Humans, demons, elves, dwarves, beastkin, sylphids, aquaians, shadowborn, and draconians—nine races, nine ways of life, nine truths, and nine reasons to kill. They built walls not just to protect, but to divide. To forget that once, they walked side by side.
But I... I remember.Because I am the legacy of the world they tried to bury.I am proof their blood can mix.And for that... I was hunted long before I knew who I was.
That day, when the sky first turned red and the human war banners rose in the north, I was patching the church roof. I didn't know the world was on fire. I didn't know human armies had crossed the valley and burned demon villages. I didn't know... that I would lose everything.
All I remember is one voice.The voice of the old Priestess—part elf, part demon—the woman who raised me, screaming through the flames:
"Don't die today, Roky. The world still needs you tomorrow."
That night, I did not die.But something inside me... burned with that church.
And from the ashes, I swore:
If this world is built on hatred, then I will be its crack.If kings stand upon walls, then I will walk beneath them.And if all this world knows is war—Then I will become the reason it longs for peace.
Because I am...The blood of the nine.The child the world never wanted.And the fall of their walls has already begun.