Long before history was carved into stone, before clans raised banners and kingdoms drew borders, the world of Zerath was a silent realm... vast, untamed, and ruled only by raw elemental laws, it was nothing more than a low-caste world.
And then… a human arrived.
The First Descent
A tear split the fabric of reality.
The sky of Zerath cracked open like shattered glass, revealing a world beyond—one filled with higher laws, denser mana, and beings who had long transcended mortal limits.
From that portal stepped a single human.
He was later known by many titles.
First Elemental Sage. World-Breaker. The One Who Redefined Elemental Law.
His name was Merlyn.
Within his body flowed six primordial elements:
Fire.
Water.
Wind.
Lightning.
Darkness.
Light.
Each of them refined to Tier Three, a realm that most cultivators of Zerath would never reach even after a thousand lifetimes:
BlackFire.
Blizzard.
Tornado.
Plasma.
VoidShade.
Ascension.
Merlyn did not come empty-handed.
He arrived bearing legendary artifacts whose existence bent the laws of the world, and ancient techniques so profound that even the heavens would tremble if they were fully revealed.
With a single gesture, he reshaped the land.
Mountains sank. Seas retreated. The earth folded upon itself.
And from that upheaval was born a vast plain, endless, fertile, and overflowing with elemental harmony.
It was named Elyndra.
Zerath would never be the same again.
Years passed.
Zerath adapted to Merlyn's presence. Elemental cultivation became the absolute law of the world. Strength defined status. Affinity determined destiny.
And then, one day....
The sky shattered once more.
A massive rift tore through the heavens, darker and more violent than the one Merlyn had once opened.
From within it emerged three colossal warships, forged of celestial alloys and inscribed with glowing runes that pulsed with upper-realm authority.
At the forefront of the rift floated a lone figure.
A master from the outer worlds.
Fire rippled around one arm. Water spiraled around the other. Lightning crackled beneath his feet, while darkness coiled behind his back like a living shadow.
Four elements. Tier Three.
With cold arrogance, he raised his hand and reality obeyed.
A vast portal expanded beneath the warships, stabilized by a power far beyond Zerath's limits.
Voidshade.
A Transcendent Mid Stage force that devoured space itself.
Then the man spoke.
"Merlyn."
The name alone shook the world.
Mountains trembled. Oceans roared. The air itself screamed as if reality recoiled in fear.
Black flames erupted in front of the outer-realm master.
A portal cracked open barely a hundred meters away, its edges burning with pitch-black fire that radiated unbearable heat.
From within it stepped a man clad in crimson robes threaded with gold.
His presence crushed the heavens.
His eyes were calm. Ancient. Unimpressed.
"Kneel."
One word.
The outer-realm master collapsed instantly, slammed into the air as though an invisible mountain had descended upon him.
His knees shattered the sky itself.
Merlyn had returned.
A voice echoed from one of the warships.
"Merlyn, do not be arrogant. We are many. We have come only to retrieve what is necessary."
Merlyn laughed.
It was not loud, but it carried contempt sharp enough to cut the soul.
"Important? There is nothing in this low-caste world worthy of your arrival."
The voice hardened.
"You hide an artifact entrusted to you. The Silver Palace demands it. The price will satisfy even you."
Merlyn's laughter thundered across the sky.
"The Silver Palace? That child dares to bargain with me?"
His gaze turned cold.
"If he wants it, send him to face me himself."
A new voice emerged.
Ancient. Heavy. Filled with hatred that had fermented for ages.
"Merlyn… you have grown arrogant."
Merlyn's expression finally changed.
He knew that voice.
Tempest Sage Master.
Four elements = Fire, Wind, Lightning, and Light, each at Tier Three.
And above them all…
Elemental Tornado Transcendent Peak Stage.
Now the progenitor of the Silver Palace.
"You belittle me," the Tempest Sage said calmly. "Do not forget, beyond this low world exist countless masters stronger than you. Six elements mean nothing before a single perfected law."
Merlyn smiled.
"And yet, with that single law, I defeated you once already."
Rage exploded.
The Tempest Sage unleashed his tornado aura. Space warped. The portal itself began to collapse.
"Hand it over, Merlyn," he roared. "Or I will erase this world."
"Try." Merlyn replied.
Blackfire erupted.
A transcendent inferno clashed against the Tempest Sage's tornado, and the world of Zerath trembles, shook.
And then....
The sky above Zerath screamed.
Not with thunder, but with reality itself tearing open.
High above the Elyndra Plains, the clouds spiraled inward as a colossal void portal expanded, its edges bleeding darkness like an open wound in the heavens. Spatial pressure crashed downward, flattening the grasslands and cracking the ancient stone beneath.
At the center of it all stood a lone figure.
Master Voidshade.
His cloak fluttered as if alive, woven from shadows that devoured light. With one raised hand, he widened the portal further, his voice echoing across dimensions.
"Advance," he commanded calmly.
"Erase this world."
The portal exploded outward.
Dozens and then hundreds of Outer World warships surged through the rift, their hulls forged from alien alloys, runes burning crimson along their sides.
Behind them descended the true nightmare.
Elite Tier 3 Legions.
Veterans of dimensional conquest.
Masters who had razed countless worlds to ash.
Their auras alone suffocated the land.
The Elyndra Plains once a place of open skies and endless wind became a battlefield the moment their boots touched the ground.
But Zerath did not stand defenseless.
A blinding surge of elemental light erupted at the heart of Elyndra.
Five figures appeared simultaneously, stepping out from overlapping spatial distortions. Their presence shattered the oppressive aura of the invading forces like glass struck by a hammer.
The air stabilized.
The ground stopped screaming.
They stood in a formation, silent, unwavering.
Each one radiated a different elemental authority, their auras intertwining to form a massive defensive domain that shielded the plains behind them.
Warrior of Zerath, watching from afar, felt their knees weaken.
"They came…""The Sage's disciples…"
At the forefront stood the tallest among them, a figure dressed in a frozen white battle robe, his eyes calm as endless winter.
The First Disciple stepped forward.
Elemental Blizzard
The moment his aura fully released, the temperature of the battlefield plummeted.
Frost crept across the ground in violent waves, instantly freezing the grass, the stone, even the air itself. Breath turned to crystal. Sound dulled, swallowed by the cold.
Elemental Blizzard Half-Step Transcendent Mid Stage.
The First Disciple raised his hand slowly.
Above the invading fleet, the sky darkened, not with clouds, but with rotating ice storms, layered upon layered, compressing the atmosphere.
"This land is under protection," he said calmly.
"Turn back or be buried."
The answer came in the form of cannon fire.
Energy beams tore through the sky.
The Merlyn Disciple's eyes narrowed.
He clenched his fist.
The world froze.
Massive glacial spears formed instantly, erupting from the storm clouds and crashing downward. Entire battalion ships were encased in ice mid-flight, their engines silenced in an instant.
CRAAACK—
The frozen warships shattered, exploding into fragments of crystal and flame.
One after another.
The Elite Tier 3 soldiers below barely had time to react before ice surged across the battlefield, freezing hundreds of them solid statues locked in terror.
The Outer World army staggered.
Then....
A new aura descended.
One of the Elite Master,
Space warped violently as a figure stepped forward from the invading ranks.
His body crackled with violent energy, arcs of violet and white plasma dancing across his skin. The ground beneath him melted and fused into glass.
Elemental Plasma Half-Step Transcendent, Late Stage.
His presence alone pushed back the Blizzard Domain.
"Impressive," One of Elite Master said, smiling coldly.
"But your winter ends here."
He spread both arms wide.
Behind him, an enormous Plasma Core formed, compressed energy spinning at impossible speed, screaming as it devoured mana from the surroundings.
Ultimate Technique — Plasma Cannon.
The core stabilized.
Then fired.
A beam of annihilating plasma tore through the battlefield, vaporizing everything in its path, ripping straight toward the Blizzard Sovereign.
The other disciples moved instinctively....
"Loyd!"
But Merlyn Disciple's did not retreat.
Instead, he closed his eyes.
And stepped forward.
His aura deepened, no longer just cold, but absolute authority.
Blizzard + Inner Sovereign.
The storm above him condensed violently. Ice layered upon ice, compressed by sovereign will until it became something beyond matter.
He thrust both palms forward.
The plasma beam collided with a wall of transcendent frost.
The impact shook the plains.
For a heartbeat, the two forces struggled, plasma screaming, ice roaring.
Then....
The plasma canon shattered.
The beam collapsed inward, frozen mid-existence, before exploding into harmless shards of light.
The backlash ripped through the invading ranks.
Several elite Masters were caught instantly, frozen from the inside out, their bodies collapsing into ice sculptures that shattered moments later.
The Elite Master's eyes widened.
"Impossible...!"
Before he could react, Merlyn Disciple's gaze locked onto him.
The temperature dropped another level.
The Elite Master froze solid.
And shattered.
Silence followed.
Then fury.
"Kill him!"
"All units attack!"
Multiple Outer World Masters surged forward simultaneously, their auras merging into a crushing tidal wave of power. Fire, void, lightning, corrosion, countless elements slammed into Merlyn Disciple's at once.
From behind.....
A blade of pure darkness emerged.
Master Voidshade.
He struck without warning, shadow piercing space itself.
Merlyn Disciple's reacted instantly, but too late.
The blade tore through his defenses, blood spraying across the frozen ground.
"Loyd!" the other disciples shouted.
They rushed forward, unleashing their own elements in a desperate attempt to support him.
But the assault was relentless.
Too many Masters.
Too coordinated.
Too prepared.
Voidshade's shadows wrapped around the battlefield, isolating each disciple, cutting their formations apart.
Explosions shook Elyndra.
Crimson stained white snow.
One by one.....
The five disciples were struck down.
Not dead.
But broken.
They collapsed amid shattered ice and scorched earth, their auras flickering violently.
Master Voidshade hovered above them, gaze cold and unreadable.
"Merlyn's disciples…""So this is the limit of Zerath's resistance."
High above the shattered Elyndra Plains, the air twisted violently.
The man known as the Tempest Sage watched the battlefield with cold, calculating eyes. His name echoed among the Outer World forces like a silent curse.
Lyon.
He raised one hand.
"Change of command," he said calmly.
"Kill all of Merlyn's disciples."
The order spread instantly through the invading ranks.
At the same time, another overwhelming presence descended.
The Master of Plasma from Silver palace.....a Transcendent Late Stage existence....stepped forward once more, his body blazing like a living star.
"Merlyn," he said, voice filled with killing intent.
"You will fall here."
The two monsters of the Outer World moved together.
One from the front.
One from the side.
For the first time in this war.....
Merlyn was pressured.
The Tempest Sage lifted both arms.
Wind screamed.
The sky twisted.
The Master of Plasma mirrored his movement, raw energy condensing around him.
Their powers synchronized.
Ultimate Combined Art — World Collapse.
The world shook.
Not the battlefield.
Not the plains.
The world itself.
Mountains cracked in the distance.
Oceans trembled.
The laws of nature screamed as if they were about to tear apart.
The Elyndra Plains collapsed, sinking inward like a dying star.
Merlyn's remaining disciples tried to resist.
They failed.
One by one....
They were erased.
Their auras vanished like extinguished flames.
Across Zerath, cities burned.Millions of lives were lost in seconds.
The sky bled red.
Zerath stood on the edge of total destruction.
Silence fell.
Then....
Merlyn opened his eyes.
For the first time, his expression changed.
The air froze.
Time itself slowed… then stopped.
Every explosion.Every falling body.Every scream.
Frozen in place.
Merlyn raised his hand.
"Enough."
The world responded.
Behind him, five colossal figures emerged, manifestations of absolute elemental authority.
His Elemental Avatars.
Plasma — burning like a newborn sun
Blizzard — cold enough to freeze concepts
Voidshade — darkness without end
Tornado — storms that devoured the sky
Ascension —The highest form of light
Plus...
Blackfire — his true body, eternal and sovereign
Using His Elemental Voidshade Transcendent Peak Stage, he use one of the special ability-Time Perished,
The frozen battlefield shattered.
In a single breath.....
The entire Outer World battalion was erased.
Not defeated.
Not destroyed.
Deleted.
Merlyn stepped forward.
His power rose again.
Blackfire Transcendent Peak Stage + Blizzard Transcendent Peak Stage+ Inner Sovereign Transcendent Mid Stage.
Reality bent around him.
Time resumed.
The world screamed.
Merlyn reappeared in the sky....
Now wearing golden robes, his presence divine and terrifying.
Behind him, six elemental orbs rotated slowly, each one radiating supreme authority.
The battlefield was empty.
Only two enemies remained.
Tempest Sage — Lyon.
Master of Plasma.
Lyon's expression finally changed.
Fear flickered in his eyes.
Merlyn raised his hand.
The sea in the far distance split in two.
The sky cracked like glass.
Lyon using his Talisman, asked the Silver Palace to open the
portal, escaping at the last possible moment.
The Master of Plasma tried to follow....
But Lyon seized him.
"You'll do."
Lyon used the Plasma Master as a living shield.
Merlyn Ultimate move, Roar Plasma Cannon — Transcendent Peak Stage.
The attack was unleashed.
The beam tore through space, through dimensions—
And pierced the portal itself.
Beyond the portal....
In the Silver Palace....
Lyon screamed.
The attack struck him directly.
His left chest was pierced, his heart nearly destroyed.
Half of the Silver Palace's territory vanished into nothingness.
Lyon barely survived.
To recover.....
He would need hundreds of years.
He cursed Merlyn into the death.
The battlefield was gone.
The Elyndra Plains had sunk into the sea, becoming a lone island surrounded by endless water.
Merlyn stood in silence.
He built a memorial for his fallen disciples.
Out of five.
Only two survived.
Verdic — Guardian of the Legacy
One of the survivors stepped forward.
Verdic.
Elemental Voidshade Half-Step Transcendent — Mid Stage
Merlyn placed an ancient artifact before him.
A Legendary Artifact.
"This artifact chooses its own master," Merlyn said.
"Not even I am worthy of it."
He looked at Verdic.
"You will guard Zerath from the outsider."
Verdic knelt & bowed to his Master, he ensure the legacy that his master keep, will useful to new generation.
The war was over.
Before leaving, Merlyn gave his final order.
"Protect this world."
"Protect its legacy."
"Protect the artifact."
Then....for a moment.
Merlyn departed.
He left Zerath with his last remaining disciple, ascending toward the Upper Realm.
From that day onward....
Merlyn never returned.
But his will…
Remained.
Hundreds…No, thousands of years passed.
The name Merlyn faded into myth. The war that nearly destroyed the world became a story told in whispers.
And Zerath entered a new era.
An era ruled not by sages....
But by Six Great Clans, Every Clan special of using his core elemental :
Clan Verdic - Elemental Dark
Clan Frost - Elemental Water
Clan Tempest - Elemental Wind
Clan Lightning - Elemental Lightning
Clan Fire - Elemental Fire
Clan Velrose - Elemental Light
Each clan controlled its own land.Each clan protected its own bloodline.
And between them...
There was no peace.
Small wars never stopped. Power struggles never ended.Betrayal was common.
Strength decided everything.
Once, Clan Verdic stood at the peak.
Their name was feared because of one power.....
Voidshade.
But time was cruel.
Generation after generation passed, and the bloodline weakened.
Where once warriors wielded terrifying darkness—
Now, most of their children were born with only one or two elemental affinities.
In this era:
Anyone born with three or more elementswas called a true genius.
The other clans had many such geniuses.
Clan Verdic had almost none.
Slowly.....
They fell.
From rulers…
To the weakest among the Six Clans.
The current leader of Clan Verdic was Bolan.
A man who carried the burden of an entire clan on his shoulders.
Unlike most of his people—
Bolan was strong.
He mastered Three elements:
Fire
Water
Darkness
He was proof that Verdic blood had not completely faded.
Every night, he looked toward the ancestral hall and prayed.
"Give me an heir,""Someone who can restore our name."
The day his first child was born....
The world changed.
The sky suddenly turned black.
Lightning struck again and again without thunder.
The oceans roared like beasts.
The air became heavy, pressing down on every living thing.
Small cracks in space appeared and vanished around the Verdic territory.
An elder whispered in fear:
"This… is a sign.""A great event will shake all of Zerath."
Bolan felt his heart tremble.
"This child…""This child carries destiny."
The baby was born safely.
A loud cry filled the room.
Bolan rushed inside, his face glowing with joy.
The elders began their examination.
Moments later....
Silence.
"Fire affinity…""Water affinity…"
The elders stiffened.
One of them whispered in panic:
"There is no Darkness.""No Voidshade."
The room turned cold.
Clan Verdic had one absolute rule.
Every blood descendant must possessElemental Darkness.
Without it....
The child was considered illegitimate.
The punishment was absolute.
Exile.Or death.
Bolan felt his world collapse.
As arguments erupted....
A sudden force exploded above the baby.
A swirling vortex of energy formed.
Wind screamed.
Lightning roared.
Two new elemental forces awakened at once.
The baby now possessed:
Fire
Water
Wind
Lightning
The room froze.
No one dared to breathe.
This phenomenon existed only in ancient myths.
"Four elements…""At birth…?"
The elders were shaken, but afraid.
The baby did not inherit the special element of Verdic Clan.
If other clans learned the truth....
They would hunt the child.
Wars would erupt.
At that moment....
A terrifying presence descended.
The Verdic Ancestor appeared.
The ancestor's voice was cold.
"The laws of Clan Verdic cannot be broken."
His eyes locked onto the baby.
"This child is a threat."
Two options were declared:
Kill the child
Hide the truth from the world forever
The ancestor raised his hand.
"Execute the infant."
Steel rang.
Bolan drew his sword and stepped forward.
His voice did not shake.
"He is my son.""I will protect him.""Even if I must die."
The ancestor's rage exploded.
Elemental Voidshade Pressure — Half-Step Transcendent Early Stage.
Invisible darkness crushed Bolan to the ground.
His knees slammed into the floor.
But his grip on the sword never loosened.
As the executioner's blade descended.....
A black barrier appeared.
The blade bounced away.
Above the baby....
Five Elemental Fragments rotated slowly.
Fire
Water
Wind
Lightning
Darkness
The room fell into absolute silence.
Someone whispered in terror:
"Five…""Five elements…"
Such a being had not appeared in thousands of years.
Even the Verdic Ancestor from thousand years ago himself possessed only four.
One Elder speech "In this world, there has Six Elemental Power and the Element can Evolved"
Element Of Fire
LV1-Fire
LV2-Lava
LV3-BlackFire
Element Of Water
LV1-Water
LV2-Ice
LV3-Blizzard
Element Of Wind
LV1-Wind
LV2-Cyclone
LV3-Tornado
Element Of Lightning
LV1-Lightning
LV2-ArcStorm
LV3-Plasma
Element Of Darkness
LV1-Dark
LV2-Abyss
LV3-VoidShade
Element Of Light
LV1-Radiance
LV2-Restoration
LV3-Ascension
Cylce Of Power Stage
Cycle 1: Foundation Cycle (No Stage)
Cycle 2: Convergence Cycle (No Stage)
Cycle 3: Ascension Cycle (No Stage)
Note - This Cycle Use at Elemental Level 1 & 2
Cycle 1: Foundation Cycle (No Stage)
Cycle 2: Convergence Cycle (No Stage)
Cycle 3: Ascension Cycle (Early, Mid, Late Stage)
Cycle 4: Half Step Transcendent Cycle (Early, Mid, Late Stage)
Cycle 5: Transcendent Cycle (Early, Mid, Late, Peak Stage)
Note - This Cycle Use at Elemental Level 3
"So this child has Five over Six Elemental, This is Miracle For Verdic Clan".
Everything changed.
The ancestor trembled.
The elders bowed.
This child was no longer a threat.
He was....
Clan Verdic's last hope.
A strict order was given by ancestor.
"This truth must never leave this room."
To the outside world....
The child would be known as possessing only three elements:
Fire
Water
Darkness
Bolan held his child with trembling hands.
For the first time since the clan's fall....
He smiled.
"You will not live in fear," he whispered. "I swear it."
The baby was given a name.
Shadow.
From that day....
The fate of Zerath began to move.
Merlyn's legacy still slept.
The Legendary Artifact still waited.
The world was not yet ready for the truth.
And thus....
The journey of Shadow began.
A child born with five elements…
Destined to become the greatest existence in the history of Zerath.