457XE, Xeal.
The huge battle..
The World had been driven to chaos causing mass killings and immorality among the men and women. Which resulted into a great war.
Blood-red clouds churned in the sky, casting a grim pallor over the battlefield below. The air was thick with the scent of iron and ash, so tainted that the birds above, once soaring freely, now plummeted lifelessly to the ground. Destruction reigned in every corner..
there was no escape, no hope, no purpose left. And yet, a reason did exist for this carnage, buried deep beneath the chaos. But in this moment, as death claimed all in its path, did it really matter anymore?
Life without it's purpose, Faith vs Fate..
The Battle of The Divine..
The land was a roiling cauldron of chaos, its once serene beauty now marred by the violent tempest of war. The battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see, a desolate expanse where countless souls fought with ervent desperation. The clang of swords and the roar of battle cries illed the air, a cacophony of anguist and fury. Truly horrifying, Men and their Swords clashed with a savage intensity, their once-proud armor now tarnished with the blood of friend and foe alike.
The ground, a canvas of mud and rimson, was churned to a sickening mix of earth and gore. Bodies lay trewn like broken dolls, some writhing in their final moments while others had already succumbed to their grievous wounds. Some gets their Limbs cutted off like mere meat, some left with a broken head, some gets their head behaeded while some left to death with no chest..
The scent of iron and decay hung heavy, mixing with the acrid smoke of burning flesh and shattered weapons. Faces contorted in pain, their screams muffled by the roar of the relentless skirmish. Killing, Death and Despair.
Amidst this maelstrom of death, four shadowy figures stood atop a grand balcony overlooking the carnage. Their cloaks billowed in the cold wind, each movement deliberate, their eyes cold and calculating. They watched the mayhem below with detached amusement, their laughter echoing minously through the din of conflict These were no ordinary spectators they were architects of chaos, their plans unfolding with a ruthless precision that would change the world forever.
"This is only the beginning ", one of the figures murmured, his voice a sinister whisper that carried over the battlefield.
The Battle of The Divine will etch its name into the annals of history as the War with 0 survivors, dividing the world in ways none could foresee.
As the battle raged on, the shadows above knew the outcome with grim certainty. The bloodshed would culminate in a cataclysmic shift, forever altering the balance of power and carving a chasm through the heart of the world.
And so it was that the result of this epic confrontation would be the construction of two colossal walls.
These fortifications were not mere barriers; they were monumental structures that would become the defining features of the new era. The first wall was a formidable sentinel, its height piercing the sky, and the second a hundred kilometers further, was an even greater marvel of engineering. These walls enclosed the Capscula, A mysterious energy source lying at the heart of the "Xeal"-the world itself.
The Capscula, situated in the midst of Valcastra is a core-like substance with an almost mystical significance, was now shrouded in secrecy, its true nature hidden from all who dwelled outside the imposing barriers. The walls were an unassailable fortress their sheer magnitude and strength a testament to the desperation and determination of those who had built them. No eyes could pierce their veiled interior, and no soul could breach their formidable defenses.
It wasn't always like this, There was once Faith and God in the heart of the people of this World.
It all changed after the execution of Zephriel, "The Elder". His memories weren't forgotten, for some he became their God, and for some His death was a tool to ploy the..
Ultimate Control over the World.