My Evolution System
The kingdom of Elysium lay in ruins, its once-green fields scorched and barren, its towering spires shattered and broken. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the cries of the wounded echoed through the empty streets.
King Arden, the last hope of Elysium, lay on the battlefield, his armor pierced by a hundred wounds. He looked up at the dark figure towering over him, the Dark Lord's eyes burning with an otherworldly power.
"Your kingdom is no more, Arden," the Dark Lord sneered, his voice like a cold wind. "Your people are either dead or enslaved. You have failed."
Arden summoned what little strength he had left and spat at the Dark Lord's feet. "You may have won this battle," he said, his voice weak but defiant, "but you will never win the war. The heroes of Elysium will rise again, and they will cast you down."
The Dark Lord laughed, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of the few remaining survivors. "Foolish mortal," he said. "I have seen the future, and it is mine. Elysium will be mine, and all will bow to my power."
With a wave of his hand, the Dark Lord snuffed out the life of King Arden, and the kingdom of Elysium was plunged into darkness.
But in the shadows, a small group of survivors vowed to keep the flame of resistance burning, to one day rise up and reclaim their kingdom. They whispered of a prophecy, of a hero who would be summoned from another world to defeat the Dark Lord and restore Elysium to its former glory.
And in a far-off land, a young man named Ryker sat in a classroom, unaware of the fate that awaited him, unaware that he was the hero Elysium needed to save it from the darkness that had consumed it...