Mi bloodclaat… listen close, cause mi ago tell yuh wah happen before di world tun chaos. Long time before man walk pon soil, before di sun shine pon city dem, di earth did alive wid spirit an power weh mortal cyaan comprehend. Dem call it Zerith, di Harvester—one god weh feed pon life, but him patience deep. Him nuh rush, him watch, him wait.
One day, Zerith plant him seed ina di core a di world. Dem say it innocent at first, like likkle ember. But di ember neva die. It grow, it watch, it learn. Every generation, every breath a human, di seed a gather power. Till di day weh him ready fi wake… an fi mash up everything.
Di sky freeze first. Di wind stop blow. Di clock dem freeze like time did frighten. Den rain start fall… red. Blood. Not jus rain, but omen. Fish a flop outta water, dem belly up, like di ocean cyan tek di curse no more. Bug dem crawl from di cracks, grow to size weh a nightmare. Di land tremble, an human mind start break. Trust gone, law gone… chaos reign.
But mi bloodclaat, prophecy did warn. From one womb, three lions shall rise. Three brothers, born wid arrogance an fire, fi fight when di world mash up. Dem no ordinary men—dem strength beyond imagination, skill above mortal level, heart full a pride but also fi protect di family, di unborn youth, an di legacy a di earth.
Every war start wid choice. Every fight start wid a spark. Di brothers ago face monsters weh mortal dream cyaan even hold, cults weh worship blood an death, an eventually… Zerith himself.
An so di world stand still, red rain a fall, an di first lion stretch him fist, dem ready fi mash up di apocalypse.