Long ago–before humans built cities, before kings ruled kingdoms, before mankind even sheltered in caves–there was a battle in the sky.
Not between gods and demons, as the stories would later claim , but between gods themselves.
The battle was not just for the control over
the heavens ,but for the Gears.
There are 8 celestial powers known as celestial gear, they are the very essence of reality itself–creation and destruction.
These powers move The Cycle Of Eternity. They were not to be claimed by anyone, even by gods ,but some who wish to rise above everyone and their gaze fallen on them.
This led to form two factions,
"The 7 Divine Patrons"
"The 4 Rebel Pantheons".
The rebels have raged a war on the heavens with their armies.
The skies roared in rage , clouds split open. There stood above the "7 Divine Patrons".
The heavens turned battlefields, filled with cries louder than thunder, blood soaking the clouds and soil–heaven itself twisted into hell.
And there stood behind those fallen soldiers and chaos "4 Rebel Pantheons".
The divine patrons stepped forth , they shine brighter than the sun.
Amongst them a figure who is too fierce to look away , with a crimson gold hair and open chest with pride along with a sapphire cloth to waist , he was the leader of the patrons.
His eyes blazed like a lion's fury,he glared at the Pantheon's ,on his left hand he had a divine spear burning with fire and rage.
Looking at the scattered battlefield he said, "Elyndra….stop this futile war , this is for your own good".
There was no answer – the silence was too loud.
"We shall not let you have the gears!".
He announced that in a sharp voice,it's not just an announcement but a warning.
Elyndra looked so fierce , he gripped his spear "Custos Voluntatis" so tight he wanted to crush everything under his will.
He has cyan green hair , with battle armour and with small chains of emerald tied to his armour.
He replied "We shall not halt here – this blood stream will not end and the war will not cease…. until one of us has fallen
Lucivian".
"Why do this useless war… the gears are not meant to anyone–not even us",. Lucivian said.
"The gears are my right, I will conquer the entire cosmos and rule under my rightful will–this is for a better future for you,me and everyone!". Elyndra replied
Both of them wielded their spears and they clashed , thunder roared, the air around got thick and it cracked the sky.
"No road remained but this ,Elyndra?".
"Then give me the gears!", Elyndra said.
" As long as I live , as long as I exist–i won't let you have them". Lucivian replied.
"Then be prepared to die".
They sparred vigorously , both of their strengths suppressed that of god's but still matched to each other.
Their blood spilled , those drops burned the field with flames of desire and conquer.
Both of them are walking in circles opposite each other.
" So, You brought your divine spear Regnathos too …. Seems like you're serious about defeating me" Elyndra said with a cocky smile on his face like he knew he would win the battle already.
"You also came fully prepared – with your battle armour that can withstand any blow and your divine spear
Custos Voluntatis….. so, I suppose you are also serious about this then ?".
" Where is your battle armour then, did you forget that you had one or are you mocking me , saying you can defeat me without getting a scratch…huh!".
Lucivian replied," this is my armour and I have no need of fancy , shining armour to defeat you".
After a dead silence, they suddenly charged into each other as Lucivian jumped and striking from above, Elyndra took his stance to return the blow.
Lucivian chanting his attack.
"All who stand against the kingdom of flame,
let your flesh and will be turned to ash.
By sovereign fire's decree— Ignis Regnum!".
The attack looked like a burning eagle like a phoenix striking on Elyndra.
"Dare defy the law of frost? Then taste oblivion.
May your heart be locked beneath the glacier's maw,
and your name shall be swallowed by the serpent's sleep — HASTA NIVIUM!" Elyndra released his attack; it took the form of an ice serpent.
Their clash has made a big blast, in the smoke of the blast they both stood frozen.
Blood dripped from Lucivian's lips, but his spear was consumed by the blood. It struck true–piercing through Elyndra armour like sunfire through shadow.
Elyndra was defeated, Lucivian stood as victor.
"You should have known better–before raising your weapon on me ".
And so, centuries of blood spill and chaos the war ended–not with triumph,but with silence.
After the great war of Endless cycle, the fragments of war have fallen on mortals' realm , they are gears which are inferior versions of celestial gear.
The divine patrons descended to earth helped humanity and taught them the use of gears.
These round , shiny, metal things can create fire , water , wind and anything out of nothing.
After that those divine beings never descended to earth again.
This war is engraved in the tales of humans about gods. The war happened because of selfish ideals and lofty goals.
As humans civilized they have turned the story into a myth.
The heavens were still silent like a mountain, no movement no action nothing.
Meanwhile, humans used the power of gears to advance, with these things they built cities , kingdoms, dams , machine's,and everything.
In time , mortals forged imitations–small gears made by their genius ideas. It lit lamps, drove their machines ,and carried voices of others across the world.
Soon, every life turned on the axis of gears.
After the war only 4 of the celestial gears were protected, 3 were sealed and kept in a place no one knows and 1 was lost to the unknown and yet to be found .
These powers were too great to be wielded even by gods ,but its fate fell on the mortals.
That is what history says,
That is what every human knows.
But there are truths that even history doesn't even know.
After millennia of the endless cycle war.
Year 2658: September 30.
The people are lively , the population has increased so much and formed kingdoms
Everyone in their house , shops , factories and schools and even hospitals were decorated for the upcoming festival of "Theia Evolgia" . It's the day when humans are blessed by divinity with gears and they start celebrating it a week ago.
And while the world is busy with festival vibes and decorations.
And yet , as legends faded into myth , one mortal dreamed of battles he never fought, adventurers he never experienced. He dreamed of fantasy , to be a part of it.
Ordinary, unremarkable–yet full of hope and naive ideas . His name was—,
"Ren! Wake up, it's already late for college".