Before time itself, before space was even a thing, there was only Nothingness.
An endless, shapeless void, and in the middle of it all—just one thing: a sphere of pure energy, spinning endlessly on its own. A sphere so massive that even today, no one could ever measure its true size.
Nobody knows if it was moving forward, standing still, or just drifting randomly. What's certain is that from that sphere, everything we know was born.
At some point, the sphere began to destabilize. Particles of energy collided, one after another, until it all set off a chain reaction. That's when the sphere finally exploded.
Billions upon billions of magical sparks lit up the darkness and gave shape to space. But that wasn't all. Some of the energy had already started to turn into matter.
Matter and energy clumped together in formless masses, and from those came the first stars. They were unstable, burning out almost as fast as they appeared. But every time they died, something strange happened—their bursts changed the particles bit by bit, reshaping them into something new. From those first explosions came the raw traces of the primal elements: Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind.
Ages passed. The elements kept trying to build something more complex, pulling together to form stars, planets, moons, asteroids—every piece that makes up the cosmos.
Some planets were made of only one element: gas giants, or endless oceans with no land. But others were lucky enough to hold more than one element. And from one such world, born of all four primals, our story begins.
There were four natural elements… but two more had always been there, hidden in everything. Energy and Darkness—both born from that first universe. Together, they shaped our world, Elyria. And from their mix, Life began to rise.

Time moved on, and eventually the elements themselves gave birth to thinking beings. The first races each carried affinities with one or two elements. But among them was one race cursed by its own greed: they could wield every element, but never unlock the true potential of any. Strong at everything, masters of nothing—that was their fate.
At first, peace reigned. These new races shared languages, knowledge, and the secrets of magic. But peace never lasts. A single argument cracked the fragile balance, and everything began to unravel.
Some races claimed they were superior just because they could wield more elements. Others longed for control over what they didn't have. And those specialized in only one element? They boasted that they alone were worthy of leading, because they could unleash its full power.
The balance shattered. The world shook. Trade bans, discrimination, even slavery began to surface. And from that chaos, the first world war erupted.
No one really understood why all these peaceful, intelligent beings suddenly turned on each other. But whispers of a theory spread.
Figures of power had been manipulated, turned into puppets. Some swore they'd seen forbidden symbols—runes like the ones used in everyday life, but twisted. These didn't create or transform. They stole and destroyed. Heat frozen into ice, life turned to ash, order twisted into chaos.
The wise dismissed them as superstition. Others, fearful, hid them under a darker name: forbidden magic. Necromancy.
No one knows if those runes are real or just a myth. But in forgotten temples, on shattered tablets, in hushed voices carried by shadows… people still whisper of forces that could wipe out everything—spreading fear and ruin across the world.
Now, the world is divided. Each race clings to survival—whether fighting for power, or just to stay alive. Some have formed factions, desperate alliances, hoping not to perish.
And just when the world's fate seemed ready to collapse into disaster, a man appeared. Rowan Nox. A name that inspires both respect and fear. To those who know him, he is "The Master of the Black Flame."
Rowan believed the only way to end the wars was to bring every race back together—really together, living side by side. With the idea that the children would be the future, he founded Nexus: an academy in Eryndral, capital of Valmere, the human kingdom. A place where war orphans, children of nobles, and kids from every corner of the world would grow up together.
The announcement was broadcast worldwide. Every kingdom's papers spread the news. Some rejected it, unwilling to let their children mingle with other races. But most, weary of endless fighting, pinned all their hopes on that academy. That maybe—just maybe—the bonds once broken could be mended through their children.
And yet… beneath this fragile peace, something darker still sleeps. Waiting for the moment to break free. The ambition to drag the world back into the same chaos from which it once emerged.