Prologue - Approaching Doom of a World

This was an old world which existed since the start of time.

Despite the chaos, everyone was free in this world, there were no rules to bind them.

Except for one.

Do not ever disturb the volcano at the center of the world.

There were many tribes who gave this mountain various names for different reasons.

Some called it Mountain of Death because no one returned after entering it.

Some called it The Flaming Mountain because of the flames burning on it all year round.

Some of the long lived, wiser tribes called it the Mountain of Ending because of their ancestors' teachings.

''When the mountain is angered, calamity will follow'' the ancestors warned future generations.

There was no one to enforce this rule but still, everyone respected it.

This was the legacy of their ancestors from the ancient past.

Then one day, something horrifying happened.

The sky was torn asunder and a race never before seen descended to this world.

This was a strange race with weak looking bodies, but they wielded a magical power.

This weak looking race could topple mountains with a wave of their hands and shake the ground with a stomp of their feet.

They declared themselves the soldiers of the divine.

They declared themselves protector of the poor.

They shunned the tribes' ancestral teachings as primitive and barbaric.

They said from now on everyone will follow the divine rules for the good of the realm.

They promised heaven while unleashing hell upon anyone who dared to defy them.

They did as they promised, the poor were living better, and the destruction caused by chaos was no more.

The world was no longer the same.

Now there were many rules to follow and people to enforce them.

But the oldest rule of them all was forgotten.