In the beginning, the world was a single, whole entity, a vast and boundless land where all living creatures coexisted peacefully under the same sky. The air was clean, the wind was gentle, and time flowed serenely. In this world lived diverse races, from humans of flesh and blood, spirits of mist and light, to beings of stone and shadow. Differences were not an issue, for the world was wide enough for everyone. For a long time, peace was the norm, without war or resentment.
However, a prolonged silence eventually gave birth to a seed of destruction more dangerous than hatred: arrogance. Every race, in their hearts, began to question one thing: "Who is most deserving to rule this world?" The question started as a whisper, then turned into a voice, then a shout, and finally ignited into the fire of hostility. They went to war, not to defend themselves, but to prove that they were the superior race, worthy of being the center of everything.
The once-peaceful sky became the first silent witness. The clouds turned black and rained down hot metal. A great battle erupted on the plains that would later be known as the Cracked Plains. Humans with blue firearms, winged people with silver arrows, giants from deep within the earth, and spirits who transformed into warriors clashed in a collision so fierce it was as if a star had fallen to earth. The ground shook, mountains crumbled, and the blood of the warriors flowed, forming rivers that boiled and evaporated into a crimson cloud. The magic and elemental forces they controlled turned wild; storms consumed valleys and dense fog misled both friend and foe. The sky kept changing color, from red, to purple, to deep black, while hundreds of thousands of lives were lost every second, fueled by a hatred that had become the very fuel that scorched the world.
In the midst of this chaos, a young warrior noticed something strange. The sky seemed to crack, reflecting shadows of other worlds that were beginning to appear. The battle had torn the very fabric of reality itself. Then, seven colorful lights shot into the heavens, and afterward, the world was never the same. The world split into seven overlapping layers, creating seven versions of reality that coexisted yet were separated. The war ended in confusion, as the remaining armies no longer knew where they were, fighting against their own shadows and reflections.
Then, silence came for the very first time. All that was left was ash and destruction. Amidst the ruins stood a woman in white clothes, now stained with ash and blood. Her face was beautiful yet full of sorrow; her eyes were empty as she witnessed the destruction around her. She saw children, giants, spirits, and beasts lying lifeless, all having lost their home. She whispered, "All of you... you only wanted to be recognized and were filled with arrogance. And now, look... your own world no longer recognizes you."
Realizing that nothing could be repaired but refusing to give up, she decided to act. If the world could not be put back together, she could at least end its suffering. She raised her hands, and a soft yet powerful white light emanated from her body. "Let me... I will close off all this absurdity." With the greatest sacrifice, she burned her own essence. Her blood became light, her hair became mist, and her voice became an echo that stitched the tears in reality back together, forming an invisible wall that separated the seven layers of the world forever.
When the survivors opened their eyes, all that remained was a quiet peace. The world felt calm, as if the great war had been just a nightmare. Where the woman had stood, there was no body or blood, only fine silver dust and a cold that touched the bones. With her sacrifice, the worlds were sealed. The powerful beings who remained lost their strength and hid, while the surviving humans and other races learned to live in their new, limited worlds, unaware of the truth of what had happened. Yet, in the blowing wind, sometimes a soft whisper can be heard, a lingering prayer for a hero whose name was erased from history, sacrificed so that the worlds would never again harm each other.