Eatherlion, a world divided into two vast regions filled with diverse continents, biomes, and scattered islands—each with its own distinct nature.
One is brimming with Magical flow spreading throughout its lands—known as the Magic Realm. On the other side lies the Unmagic Realm. Though similar in landscape, it is devoid of magic, making it a treasure trove of untouched natural wealth.
In Eatherlion, seven races live together in the Magic Realm, where Magical energy thrives: the Angels with their pure white wings, the Elves with their long ears, the Demons with their horns, the Dwarves with their strong hands, the Beastskins with their fangs, and Humans with their intellect.
However, humans themselves are divided into two kinds—those who can wield Magical energy, called Magicians, and those who have no Magical flow within their bodies at all—called Unmagic.
In an ancient holy scripture, one verse states: "Unmagic are destined only to farm; they were not granted Magical flow, for it is their fate to feed the world."
From that verse, dogmas arose claiming that Unmagic were weak—born only to toil in the soil.
Centuries passed, and the Unmagic were treated cruelly—oppressed, enslaved, sold, insulted, and subjected to all kinds of inhumane acts. They suffered for ages, and even the Magicians—those of the same blood—refused to defend them, joining in the persecution out of shame for sharing lineage with the Unmagic.
Eventually, out of collective disgust, all races reached the same conclusion: the Unmagic must be banished. The decision was made in a single day, marking an event known as the Great Expulsion—the largest mass banishment in history.
Tens of thousands of Unmagic were chained by their hands and necks, separated from their families—young and old alike—forced onto crowded wooden ships, awaiting their final days.
Their destination was the Unmagic Realm, deemed the "perfect" place for those who could only farm until death claimed them. They were abandoned across various continents and lands within that realm—without supplies, without hope—while the Magic races watched with satisfaction, believing they would never have to share the world with them again.
They thought sending the Unmagic to the Unmagic Realm was a clever way to let them despair and die off naturally. But who would have guessed—the Unmagic, thought to have accepted their doomed fate, rose to build their own history and civilization.
From the soil, they built grand cities.
From nature, they gathered knowledge.
From fire, they forged weapons.
From intellect, they surpassed the other races.
Again and again, they did what the Magic races could not—falling, rising, falling again, and rising once more, learning from every mistake for the sake of a shared dream and purpose.
> "We are not perfect, but that's what makes us beautiful."
If the Angels take pride in their wings, the Unmagic have already set foot upon the moon.
If the Demons boast of their Dark Magical power, the Unmagic have created colossal weapons of mass destruction.
If the Elves pride themselves on their knowledge of the world, the Unmagic have studied the universe itself.
If the Dwarves are proud of their craftsmanship, the Unmagic have built powerful tools without iron.
If the Beastskins boast of their instincts, the Unmagic have intellect sharp enough to defy them.
If the Magicians are proud of their Magical power, the Unmagic have already found ways to overcome it.
While the Magic Realm busies itself with endless contests over who is strongest, greatest, and most deserving to rule the world—behind that race, a nation has already surpassed them all.
A nation once oppressed, trampled, and exiled—the Unmagic—who may one day conquer the world and defy the ancient verse that claimed they were born only to farm.
And so, a great question still hangs beneath the blue skies of Eatherlion:
Will the Unmagic continue to hide in silence… or will they bare their fangs at last?