They say that long before the history of the kingdoms was written, when the heavens were still young and the earth teemed with chaos, a single being walked among mortals and immortals alike: the Warrior God.
In that era, the world was dominated by the Demon King, a cruel entity who dragged all races toward destruction. Humans, elves, dwarves, beastmen, draconians — all either bowed or fell. The magic of light faded. Hopes died. And the sound of demonic laughter echoed across the continent.
Then, he appeared.
No one knew where he came from. His name was lost in the sands of time. They called him only "The One Who Wields the Light of the Firmament." Alone, he faced the Demon King in a battle that lasted a hundred days and a hundred nights. The sky cracked. The seas rose. Mountains collapsed.
And then, on the hundred-and-first dawn… silence. The god had won.
But he did not stay.
Before the weary armies, the shattered nations, and the hearts hungry for power, the Warrior God raised his hand to the sky and declared:
"I will not rule this world. But he who proves worthy shall do so. Whoever reaches the top of the tower that I built with my own hands will govern all races. And to that one, I shall grant a single wish. Any wish. Even one that defies destiny."
And with a gesture, he drove his sacred spear into the center of the continent. From it rose the Tower of Heavens, a colossal structure so tall that its peaks are lost in the clouds, its floors shrouded in magic, monsters, and mysteries.
Since then, countless adventurers have tried to climb its levels. Guilds were created and destroyed. Alliances formed and crumbled. Kingdoms rose around the Tower, either venerating or fearing its power.
But to this day… no man or woman has reached its summit.
The legend remains.
"He who reaches the top shall rule the entire world. And a god shall grant them a wish."
But is any mortal truly worthy of reaching the heavens?