I WAS THE LAST CHAPTER
The last chapter was me.
PROLOGUE
There was a webcomic, a comic that desired powers—powers of overwhelming strength. In that reality, there are multiple Gods, Races, Stories, and Histories, and multiple continents that circulate and revolve around mana. Three continents continue to fight and seek power against one another: the continent of Humans, Solarevia; the continent of Elves, Ylvandor; and the continent of Dwarves, Geumvoldar.
The three continents have been in a constant, ugly relationship for the past hundred years, resulting in isolation and distrust of one another. Racism and discrimination are alive and well.
The three continents are superior to their land and connected to mana. Their blood, will, and affinities circulate to their race, making the three reigning continents powerful.
Solari: By flame or faith, by will and war our race, our is the right to ascend, for we are Solari, Humans, born beneath the sun and destined to stand above all.
Ylvae: We do not conquer the world; we are the breath within it. Time kneels to ylvae; even the stars fall silent where our roots run deep.
Grumari: We carve our kingdom not into stone, but into eternity. Let mountains remember what empires forget, let the mountains express what we endure.
Humanity's relentless climb towards supremacy, even if it means burning the whole world to do so, to stand above all. Elves believe that they are the righteous chosen by nature, the nature chosen body and voice, with an immortal connection to the world's mana. Their pride is being the flow of time and the essence of mana itself. Dwarves believe in themselves that they are the righteous armor, fortress, and hammer of land, that no matter how many kingdoms have risen and fallen, the grumari will remain.