In the year 1242, the world changed—forever.
A strange, unrecorded mutation birthed the first elemental. Not man, not monster—just a being who could willfully control flame itself. Through this power, it discovered not just fire, but Art. Light. Wonder. It lit the skies with dazzling embers and set hearts ablaze with awe. Captivated by the display, local physicians studied it. Word traveled. Crowds gathered. The world came to witness what no one could explain.
It performed. It inspired. It became legend.
And as years passed, it built a life—a family. Its descendants inherited the gene, and that spark of wonder evolved, generation by generation. By 1992, over 83% of the global population carried this so-called "gift." Elemental abilities had become common—normalized, even. Nations adapted. Laws were made. Technology fused with power. There was peace. Or so they said.
But peace is the greatest lie ever told.
Beneath the illusion of harmony, resentment burned.
The gifted began to rise. Those without the gene—the "Ungifted"—were cast aside. Used. Abused. Forgotten. The powerful built their empires on the backs of the powerless. Camps echoed with the screams of innocents—their only crime: being born without a gift. Entire families disappeared into ash. Cities divided. People chose sides.
Humanity fractured.
Some gifted refused to stand idle. They rebelled—fighting alongside the oppressed. What began as a revolution erupted into an all-out global war. Flame clashed with frost. Lightning with stone. Blood dyed the earth, and the sky turned black with smoke.
The world split—torn into four hemispheres, each flying a flag of color: Blue. Orange. Green. Red. Each claimed to preserve balance. But beneath their banners, nothing had truly changed.
Because balance was never real.
It was a myth crafted to pacify the weak. Power does not share. It consumes.
And now, as the cycle threatens to repeat, one question remains:
Will anyone rise not to conquer—but to end the fire once and for all?