Prologue

In the great continent of Alvaria there existed a power called mana, no one really knew how that certain power came to be, there were various theories about mana, one of it was that mana was a gift from the gods, some said that mana was a natural forming substance but one thing was certain, mana was crucial in the every lives of the subjects in Avaria. Mana affected every individual differently, the mana made some into magicians due to the fact that they could manipulate mana from outside their bodies while some would become augmentors this meant that they were capable of strengthening their bodies using mana the difference between these two was the capacity in which augmentors could store mana in different parts of their body far exceeded the capacity of the mages, while on the other hand the general amount of mana that mages could store was greater than the augmentors.

There was very few cases in which a person could become both an augmentor and a mage, there was a term they were called 'blessed by mana' these were the few who would usually decide the course of history in Alvaria. The Alvaria continent was home to various races namely the human race, the elvish race and the dwarves. Of course they were other creatures such as goblins and arcs but in Alvaria this creatures were frowned upon due to various reasons. The human race was a race known for their cunning nature and in terms of mana they were the only race that could manipulate all the elements.

The elves could manipulate nature mana these were water, plants and earth. This race usually kept to themselves, they maintained minimal contact with the other races. The dwarves were a race of inventors and innovators, they made various tools armor and they were blessed by fire, lightning and earth mana. Although humans were graced with every element they were not as united as the other races, the human race had been divided in terms of social class the commoners were taught second rate techniques and even that was seen as a mercy by the nobles.

The continent of Alvaria has deities of various powers but like the races they were different too and every race believed in their own respective deities. For the ones in the dark side they worshipped the demon lords like Asmodeus, Baphomet, Leviathan among others while the other deities or the deities of light, there were many pantheons but the main ones were the Greek Pantheon with Zeus as the king of the Greek gods and the ruler of Olympus. The Norse Pantheon with Odin as The All Father to the Norse gods and The Egyptian Pantheon with Ra as their most important deity.

There were other pantheons but this were the ones that was most referred to and also the reason why the Kings of each respective pantheons are stated was because each of the Kings of the pantheons formed a council called the High Lords Table, they hardly met with each other since the high table was created to prevent and control anything that would be considered a threat to the gods, the gods only had one enemy and that was the demons and their followers like the giants and titans but a millenia ago there was a truce formed that forbade any action that would cause war between the two and both parties accepted but something strange happened the gods of the high table were now meeting.

"hmm so the sisters of fate were correct, ' a power will rise from the mortal plane, and with his rise there would be a new reign," Zeus said as he gazed at the all seeing eye.

All the gods were gazing at it from Ares to Thor to Osiris, every god was invited to see the newly born god. They all saw a figure covered in golden armor but something about that armor managed to block any attempt of seeing the person within. The figure picked up the head of the demon lord they had slaughtered and tossed it away, the figure kneed close to the decapitated demon carcass, they sunk their hand in the chest of the demon, the person raised their head making his face covered by armor gaze directly at the all seeing eye.

A light chuckle escaped him and he said, "am coming for all of you every last one of you." before he disappeared from the all seeing eye's view. Odin was searching for him but the all seeing eye couldn't locate him it was like he didn't exist but that wasn't possible the person just made their declaration of war and vanished.

All the gods were filled with anger for it has been a while since someone insulted their pride, their first suspects was the dark side deities but they ruled them out since their own demon lord was now turning to ash in front of them, they all had many questions but the one question they all had in common was.

" who is he?" Ares was the only one who managed to ask.

Odin glared at him but Ares just brushed him off, this angered Odin who was about to attack Ares but was soon stopped by Zeus, a fight between these powerful gods would have been catastrophic not to mention a complete waste of time. The mood of the gods was already foul and two gods of different pantheons fighting would cause an all out civil war. What was strange about this was that all it took was a mortal to destroy the peace they had built, a mortal whose race was unknown.

This here is a tale of a god, a god who grew into power with his own strength and effort, a god who would cause shivers to run through the spines of the immortal gods, This is The Tale of The Newly Born Rebel.