WALL OF DEATH: Never should be crossed

In a realm where vampires coexisted with humans, an age-old belief held that vampires fed solely on human blood. While they sustained themselves on animal blood, the allure of human blood remained an undeniable temptation for these supernatural beings—a sentiment often summarized by vampires with a simple proclamation: "Human blood is delectable."

This notion fueled the humans' unwavering sense of self-worth and pride. However, their defiant resistance against the vampires was met with a sobering realization—a vast chasm in strength separated the two species. It took numerous losses for humanity to grasp this stark truth.

While vampires possessed physical prowess, humans drew upon their mental resilience as their strength. Dr. Philip, the esteemed figure leading the Human Alchemy Academy, engineered a potent elixir capable of amplifying human strength by a staggering hundredfold. This elixir offered a semblance of parity against the vampires, igniting the genesis of an arduous conflict.

The genesis of open warfare sparked when a human, empowered by this elixir, succeeded in vanquishing a vampire. Months unfurled in relentless combat, with neither side granted respite. The humans, bolstered by augmented strength, faced adversaries accustomed to nocturnal combat, rendering sleep a luxury amidst the perpetual threat of vampire attacks.

Yet, a glimmer of hope emerged for humanity within the chaos. Their relentless perseverance bore fruit, tipping the scales in their favor. Elation surged through their ranks, heralding an imminent end to the centuries-long subjugation. The era of human ascendancy seemed imminent—a dawn after an interminable night of oppression.

However, this jubilation encountered an unforeseen disruption—the intrusion of an enigmatic figure known as the Devil. Neither vampire nor human, this entity's arrival brought with it an unsettling air of mystery and indomitable power.

Dr. Philip's elixir had ushered a precarious equilibrium, but the Devil's appearance cast a pall over humanity's newfound momentum. Whispers echoed through both factions, speculating on the Devil's intentions—was he an ally, a manipulator, or a malevolent force lurking in the shadows?

As the war intensified, alliances shifted and strategies evolved, humanity's pursuit of freedom now entangled with uncertainty. The Devil's arrival had reshaped the conflict, injecting an element of profound uncertainty that threatened to shatter the fragile hope humanity had begun to cherish.

The once-clear path toward resolution now blurred, as the enigmatic presence of the Devil loomed over the battlefield, hinting at an impending upheaval that could plunge both species into an abyss of ceaseless strife.

In the aftermath of the Devil's intrusion, a grim turn descended upon the conflict. The vampires, aided by unseen forces, bolstered their strength, tilting the scales further against the valiant human resistance. Dark and clandestine tactics orchestrated by vampires and the enigmatic Devil obscured the deaths of countless comrades. Blood flowed at an alarming rate, extinguishing hope among the populace. The fight for liberation had devolved into a macabre theater of tyranny.

Dr. Philip, amidst desperation to shift the tide, hastily escalated the dosage of the elixir administered to humans bound for war. The impulsive move led to fatal repercussions, causing organ failures and deaths among the humans. Humanity's defeat loomed imminently, the elixir's reserves exhausted.

Witnessing an avalanche of human casualties, a collective realization dawned—continued strife would inevitably lead to the annihilation of the human race. Desperation gripped the survivors as they beseeched the heavens for intervention.

In response, enraged angels manifested, wielding divine power that transcended the bounds of both humans and vampires. These celestial entities, embodiments of life and death, discerned the imminent catastrophe looming over the world. Their decree was unequivocal—a partition, a colossal wall cleaving the earth into two realms. One for humans and the other for the remaining immortals, strictly forbidden to cross by divine edict.

An accord between mortals and immortals was forged, etching blood marks on both sides of the impenetrable barrier, leaving a legacy that spanned centuries. Dr. Philip, as a penance for the lives lost due to his experiments, was consigned to the immortal side to sustain them with his research into artificial humans—the source of sustenance for the immortal beings.

Magic became the lifeblood of both worlds, shaping their existence. Centuries cascaded, each side forging its reality within the confines of their divided realm. The memory of the Great War faded into obscurity, buried beneath layers of history. A mandated silence cloaked the truth behind the wall's existence, safeguarded within an enchanted tome penned by Dr. Philip, concealed within an underground enclave.

Generations passed, and the key to unraveling this cryptic past lay dormant. Only the rightful heir, capable of uniting vampires and humans, held the power to unlock the ancient text—a testament to reconciliation and understanding.

Yet, despite the ebb of time, the secrets remained veiled within the subterranean tome. Humans, staunchly opposed to the union of their kind with vampires, remained oblivious to the existence and purpose of the buried chronicle—a narrative relegated to the annals of forgotten lore.