1 Garrin the invincible (prologue)

At 1.13.47 years ago, there was in this land a war between races. There were the powerful and almost omnipotent Drak-hans, the elementals and beloved by Mukin Far-ies, the wise and greedy Fallens, and the inextinguishable and miserable Hume-nins.

The race of the Drak-hans was composed of powerful warrior beings, but they did not have a Mukin-compatible body, the magical energy that makes up the whole world, and every living being, regardless of whether he can use it or not.

The Far-ies were a peaceful race, living in dense forests and marshes, their skill with Mukin is envied by every living race in the Astr-hanous continent, whether north or south, each species envy and greed the Far-ies, especially the Hume-nis.

Fallens, the wisest race on the continent, his wisdom was so comprehensive that even the Mukin was the subject of his studies. Initially they were known as Astrous the original race, but due to a flawed experiment that marks their souls, they became known as Fallens the greedy race.

And lastly the Hume-nins, a weak but ingenious breed. At first the lowest race of the food chain, but due to a human archiemagician who developed a unique method to mark souls, they went straight up the food chain, until being at the level of the three great races.

During the war numerous territories were destroyed to the point where they could no longer be inhabited and from these lands were born the Immortals, the last race, but also the most frightened. They were dead bodies that due to Mukin's radiation came alive and live to quench their hatred, their king declared war on all the living.

An entire millennium of wars, thirteen centuries of peace, and forty-seven decades of regret, this is the cycle we have lived. After all those wars innumerable reigns fell and many more rose. Now the sparks of war again try to reignite in the plains.

Hunger plagues our cities, floods drown our plantations and earthquakes devastate the beautiful nature of the mountains. The world lives the chaos created by our ancestors and I am the one who must rebuild the world using my fist.

If you are reading this tome, know that the war has already begun and that I will be the general who commands the Hume-nins troops. I am the one who carries the flag that flutters in the wind, the tip of the arrow and the one that stains armor of blood.

Born of a tiny fief and grown up with animals. I destroyed entire kingdoms with my offspring and made mountains bend to me with my roars. I will dominate everything, even your will.

I am Garrin Leondres the invincible and I will not admit upon my lands anyone who does not lower his head in front of my statue, I will not give the goodness of life by those who slander my name on my back.

If you are one of those, know something, only death awaits you.