Ever since the rise of the first zeniths, 300 years have passed. There was something stirring beneath the façade of peace yet everyone was oblivious, all but the thunder clan. They knew that the time for another rending was close. Mana levels were on the rise and stronger monsters were starting to breach the perimeter, awoken from their slumber. With the rise of the mana levels even humans began advancing, Soulram was becoming ever important in giving young talents a early boost to propel them into higher realms of power as quickly as possible.
The fate of the world depended on this. As such thoughts entered his mind Mirai sighed, he knew that the only way to move forward was to push along Project Soul Harvest to a greater height. He called out to the captain of the guards, "Bring me a list of all the suitable candidates, I want more progress. Time is a luxury we don't have access to anymore". He brushed his silver locks aside to reveal a face full of scars earned from years of battle at the front lines.
He was a prince yet his first duty was always to ensure the survival of the world, consequences be damned. He was well aware of the risks his plan posed, if the world found out the secrets of Soulram, his head wasn't the only one that would roll. Thankfully anyone privy to the clans' secrets had sworn to the very essence of mana that they would not divulge these secrets as doing so would result in the death of their soul through mana loss. He rose from the seat in his study as he headed towards the corridors of Thunder Manor. He was deeply conflicted as he headed towards his ancestral laboratory to oversee the next candidate on his list to undergo the procedure.
A single name stared back at him "Sergeant Wynn Typhoon, Mystic Knight, Heavily wounded in monster ambush by Desolation Hyenas, Damage irrecoverable, Soul potential tier- S+". Tall fortified doors greeted him as he reached the lab, upon verification of his identity he was swiftly escorted to a room linked to the extraction chamber. He couldn't help but peer through the reinforced glass wall at the heavily wounded girl that was strapped to the machine.
Her Alabaster skin was plagued with bruises, she was missing both her right arm and leg. Vicious bite marks and singed skin were all that was left in their place. Her face looked as if she was asleep, almost in peace, her short red hair covering one of her eyes. Mirai was almost sick to his stomach at the devastation even a single pack of these monsters could cause and yet they weren't the only ones that would inflict unfathomable pain on her. He wanted to avert his eyes from what he knew was scheduled to occur however he had resolved himself to see this through, not because he deemed himself a saint but because he needed to witness the choices he had made both for himself as well as the world around him. When the descent of beasts was over, he would not be hailed a hero but he wouldn't care, not when the only alternative was extinction. Soon a shrill voice rang out, it was about to start
"EXTRACTION COMMENCING IN 3...2...1..."