153 I'm a Person, Too.

A large crowd of powerless mortals knelt in protestation before an ever-changing shadow. At times, it was a charming woman, and in the next moment, an old, aloof man. Another second passed and the shadow transformed yet again. It had turned into a young, handsome man. 

Old, young, man or woman; It did not have any bearing on the shifting silhouette. Neither did the race of the shadow. Human, Avunian, Eisalon, Cuanian — the difference did not change anything for the kneeling mortals. 

The unbelievably intoxicating power surging through the veins of the Chosen during the Age of Chaos had proved too great a responsibility for them. Without the supervision of the Ancient Mulians, who had fled into their own hidden dimension, the world fell into chaos after the Great Barrier War. 

Abandoned by their superiors, the original first-generation of Chosen — the Otherworlder Generation — lost themselves in despair over the nature of their circumstances.