hundred years ago, the world changed.
The sky cracked—split like glass beneath a giant's boot—and from its wounds poured something invisible, unstoppable, and eternal: Mana.
Its arrival wasn't announced with trumpets or divine prophecy. There was no warning. Just wind, light, and silence. And then everything began to change.
Mountains shifted. Oceans breathed strange colors. Forests whispered new names. Beasts—once ordinary—grew fangs of fire and wings of smoke. And humans?
Some humans changed too.
They called them Ascendants—those whose bodies resonated with mana, whose blood adapted, whose spirits awakened. With time, they learned to harness it, to shape it, to make it their own.
But the world was not ready for them.
Empires fell. Kingdoms rose in their place—ancient families, warlords, clans and factions, each clinging to strength as their one true right. The world was remade in the image of power.
No longer were nations drawn by flags or borders. Now, strength decided fate. Rank defined reality.
And in a village far from the shining towers and crumbling citadels, a boy with empty hands trained beneath the falling stars—unaware that one day, the world would come to know his name.
Raze Varnir.
The boy who believed his body was a furnace.
The boy who lost something he could never replace.