Somewhere... far far away from the universe where humanity exist...
A universe where three races that was created by the Almighty before humanity exist...
The land that was once fertile had now become an ocean of blood and ash....
On the burning horizon, three banners fluttered proudly...
The dark red of the Legends warrior race...
The mystical blue of Mythologia warrior race...
And lastly... the blazing purple of Nartagia warrior race...
These three early races are the most proudest warrior to ever exist with pride that helped them carve history without a limit...
Yet that pride had long since vanished, replaced by hatred so deeply rooted it reached the very marrow of their bones.
The History War had raged for three centuries.
No one remembered how it all began, what remained was only inherited hatred and the burning desire to prove who deserved to write the history of the world.
Whether true history the Legends carved, myth the Mythologia writes, or fiction would dominate reality the Nartagia created.
In the battlefield on a planet where everything has gone into ashes, where the bones of warriors from all the three races lay scattered like white carpet, the final battle began.
Sirius, who was known as the King of the Legend race stood atop a pile of his warrior's corpses, his red eyes blazing with the fire of Lenergy flowing from his heart throughout his entire body.
Lenergy, known as the life energy able to power up their physical forms to its very limit, and even allowing them the use of magic that only some Legends could perform.
Most Lenergy was utilized for bodily endurance in all aspects, even reaching the stage where Legends could ignore magic through physical strength alone.
In Sirius's hands, the legendary sword burning with black fire began to rise.
"All of you are nothing but a parasites of history!" he roared with a voice that echoed to the heavens.
"Only we, the Legends races, can write what a true history is! Your myths and fictions are nothing but garbage full of nothingness!"
Lenergy flowed from his heart to his brain, creating millions of magical projections simply through his mind filled with imagination that was boosted by the Lenergy.
Though Legends possessed no particular skill in magic, Sirius was one of those who could harness magic thanks to his own Lenergy capacity.
That's the reason why he could become a King leading many Legends.
All surviving Legends released cries filled with rage, as if they still knew not the meaning of surrender until their struggle reached its goal.
"Legends Never Die...!!!" they all shouted with pride.
From the opposite side, Vorthak as the Lord of the Mythologia race raised his black crystal staff to the sky.
Mana flowed through his blood like sweet poison, granting him the power to manipulate myths into terrifying reality.
"Let me show you what true history is...! It's all just a myth that can turn into a reality!" his voice echoed with supernatural force.
"And the truth is too weak to endure by you weaklings!"
Black mana flowed from his body, summoning mythological creatures that had long been buried in dark myths.
A nine-headed Hydra emerged from the bloodied earth, its breath releasing poisonous gas that killed anyone who inhaled it.
A Sphinx with riddles of death soared through the sky, ready to tear apart anyone who could not answer its questions.
But what's even more terrifying was when Vorthak transformed himself. His body began to mutate, his bones elongating, his skin becoming black scales, and his eyes turning into burning coals.
He became the incarnation of all the horror myths that had ever been whispered in darkness.
In the midst of the chaos, Gysier as the Apostle of the Nartagia race floated in the air with shimmering purple energy wings.
Mana flowed through his body in complex patterns, enabling him to create reality from pure imagination.
"Legends and Myths are nothing against the true essence of a story filled with fictions!"
"Fictions are the ultimate truth...!" he cried while releasing power that made space-time tremble.
"Only unlimited imagination that shaped what a true reality is!"
With a gesture of his hands, Gysier created an army made of nightmares and darkest fantasies.
Aliens from outer space with high advanced technology, monsters from other dimensions that defied the laws of physics, and futuristic war machines that could destroy thousand of planets with a single shot.
Yet this power devoured his soul. Every time he created something, a part of himself vanished, trapped within the fiction he conjured. His face began to fade, becoming like a shadow barely visible.
When the three forces collided, reality itself began to crack. The sky changed colors randomly into red, purple, blue, then pitch black.
The ground beneath them began to shift shape, sometimes becoming lava, sometimes ice, sometimes total void.
Sirius attacked with physical strength enhanced by Lenergy, cleaving the Hydra in two. But the creature immediately regrew, even larger and more vicious.
Black blood flowed heavily from Sirius' eyes, yet he continued fighting with his legendary heroes.
Vorthak unleashed ancient spells that turned the air to acid making all the Legend warriors began to melt, their skin peeling like burning paper with a scream full of horror they are making.
But those Legends released auras generated from Lenergy manifestations in their hearts, gaining immunity to poison.
Gysier created a mini black hole that sucked in all creatures around it.
But Vorthak used teleportation magic, while Sirius released a massive flow Lenergy shockwave that helped him fly away from the deadly gravity.
The battle transformed into a horrifying dance of death. Every attack destroyed not only bodies but reality itself.
The Legends fought Mythological monsters spewing hellfire, while Nartagia's futuristic creatures fired laser beams that could split dimensions.
Blood pooled ankle-deep, mixing with shattered mana crystals and fragments of Lenergy that still glimmered.
Screams of agony blended with explosive sounds that shattered the sky.
Every breath was poison, every step was upon the corpses of their own brethren.
As the battle reached its climax, the three leaders began paying the ultimate price for their powers.