Prologue: Whispers of the Abyss.
Before time began, there was only silence.An unbroken stillness stretched across eternity, neither light nor shadow daring to move.There was only chaos and void — nothing else.
Then, from that emptiness, came a sound — faint at first, like the echo of a dream.A heartbeat.
Each pulse rippled through the void, weaving the first thread of existence.In the midst of chaos, a heart was floating. It had seven different yet pure colors.From that heart, an existence was born — the first individual alive.In His soul, there were ten elements present, completely pure. They spiraled around Him like a crown, each note harmonizing into a symphony of creation. Mountains rose, seas deepened, stars began their watchful dance.
The being looked upon what had been made out of nothingness — a new world, flawless, bright, eternal.He wandered that world for countless years and learned many things. Sometimes he felt joy, sometimes anger, sometimes sadness and disappointment. Yet through it all, he lived a peaceful life.
Yet within perfection lies stillness. Within stillness, decay.And within the heart of this individual, the seed of longing bloomed.
His loneliness and his desire to go beyond —to unite all powers, all essences, all wills into a single form — to create the most omniscient of all powers.To end division and create a world that needed no divinity.
But as He reached toward this impossible wholeness, something faltered.The ten elements combined — then trembled.Their harmony shattered into discord.
The sky bled. The stars wailed.And the being — the first of all life — felt pain for the first time. His body trembled, and when it reached the extreme, his heart, which had turned pure white after countless years, showed signs of breaking.
Suddenly, His heart burst apart, scattering fragments of brilliance across the newborn world. From those shards flowed rivers of power, seeding the world with mana. His death gave birth to new life forms — animals, plants, and humans.
Where his body and heart fragments fused, those areas became rich with mana, and they were known as high-density mana zones. Through the ages, humans learned to use mana by practicing different breathing techniques to circulate the mana from their surroundings into their bodies, guiding it toward their hearts — thus forming a light-colored, pure heart called the Mana Heart within their chests, breathing the same power that once beat within a god. These hearts were later called Celestial Hearts.
Yet as mana spread across the world, whispers began to stir beneath it.Some said the Deity's final scream still lingered in the dark.Others swore they heard a second heartbeat — quiet, mournful, and wrong.
But those were only legends, carried by the wind.For now, the world still basked beneath the light of the Celestials.
And far away — on a planet untouched by mana — a boy would soon take his first step into that radiant, terrible world.
Author's Note / Disclaimer:This story is an original work created and written entirely by me. AI tools were only used for minor editing, proofreading, and grammar corrections — not for generating story content. All characters, worldbuilding, and plotlines are my own creation.