Since the dawn of creation, Etherion has been a mysterious world, where all beings had yet to take shape.
The first two gods—Primordia and Chaos—emerged from the void, defining order and disorder, laying the foundation for life.
Primordia embodied order, laws, gentle light, and the steady rhythm of life; Chaos was destruction, storms, and sudden quakes.
Together, they created the Divine Children, beings representing Fire, Water, Life, Death, Air, Shadow, and countless other fundamental principles.
The conflict between them soon escalated into the Great Celestial-Demonic War—a clash that shook every mountain, river, and sky of Etherion.
The remnants of this war were eventually sealed away by the Onic Spell, raising the Dome that shielded the world, separating what forces remained.
In this backdrop, within the small village of Liora by the forest in the Kingdom of Sylveris, a ten-year-old child named Renar prepared to step out of their family's wooden hut.
The village lay nestled between emerald pine woods, surrounded by fields stretching to the distant mountains.
Morning sunlight filtered through the canopy, shimmering on the stream that flowed through the village, scattering into radiant strands as it mingled with the lingering mist upon the rooftops.
Birdsong echoed, blending with the whisper of the wind, creating a harmony both peaceful and mysterious.
Renar, slender and androgynous, stepped outside. Mossy green-brown hair framed a delicate face, and large eyes glowed with a light of wonder, as though piercing into unseen truths.
From an early age, Renar had been different—curious about the hidden stories adults called myths: tales of gods, demons, and relics of power.
Fingers brushed the leather pendant left behind by their mother, feeling within it the subtle pulse of earth, water, wind, and light.
Today, something was different. A faint glow flickered from the pendant, catching the morning sun, sending a strange tremor through Renar's heart.
Though the reason was unknown, a powerful instinct told them this day marked the beginning of something greater—a journey long woven by fate.
Fear and excitement surged together; their heartbeat quickened to the rhythm of the unknown.
Renar ran across the fields, crossing the old wooden bridge spanning the sparkling stream, where the light danced like fragments of glass upon the water.
Each step seemed to echo the heartbeat of the forest, the mountains, and unseen creatures lingering just beyond sight.
The peace of the land carried an undercurrent of mystery, as though Etherion itself awaited the stirring of destiny.
The wind swept through their hair, carrying the scent of pine and the distant song of birds, affirming the truth—Renar was no longer just a child.
They paused at the center of a vast meadow, eyes fixed on the horizon, where mist-veiled mountains rose like ancient guardians.
Curiosity burned within them, entwined with courage.
Renar knew this moment marked the first step into a destined path—toward the secrets of Etherion, toward encounters with angels, divine children, and dangers unseen.
Curiosity and courage merged, kindling a latent power Renar had yet to realize.
Standing in the meadow, they drew in a deep breath, gaze locked upon the distant horizon, and stepped beyond the boundary of their village.
This was the moment they entered the vastness of Etherion, where fate awaited a ten-year-old child marked by ancient mysteries and untapped strength.