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"All war stories are alike, but it is the end that defines their difference."

In one of the worlds mired in bloody conflicts, where chaos reigned across its lands and endless wars dyed it red.

The sun disappeared behind the black clouds, the fog spread to steal from the hearts of safety, and the joys of the world were trapped between bars of bloody tears, and sadness covered this cold world in its ancient black robe.

This happened a hundred years ago, when the verse was reversed and evil triumphed over good, and he ascended the throne incarnated in the shadow of a man called the Black King.

Someone was among a few people with holy blood flowing within their veins, nicknamed the bearer of light, a group that had a great role in the balance of the world, but that person had a heart wrapped in hatred and hatred enough to drown his soul in evil and give it to the powers of darkness.

He was a despicable tyrant who killed every bearer of light .. a man or a woman, a child or an old man, that bloody day inscribed in the lines of history with the blood of many innocent people.

The followers of lions stormed homes and palaces, chasing any bearer of light and everyone connected with them until they wiped out everyone, leaving behind rivers of blood and corpses lying in every direction.

And whoever rebelled against him or disobeyed orders, his destiny was to watch the heads of an entire family be cut off in front of his eyes so that his turn came at the end, and by this he made the world a miserable flower that he offered a meal to his supporters and his monster.

But what this tyrant did not know was that there was a small seed about to emerge from under the dirt to be the sun that would disperse the darkness.

Where a baby was miraculously able to survive, carrying within him the salvation of this world, and it was his good fortune that a general was the one who raised him, so he learned enough on his hands to make him win a war on his own and over the years the child grew to become a strong youth.

His moves began to gather allies for him, and they were all carrying a grudge to the lions, so the human race would almost disappear if it continued to kill their families and their people, and to form a strong army called "The Storm".

Although the Storm Army was nothing compared to the Black King's armies with infinite numbers of dead, mutants and demons, their attack plan was characterized by cunning, taking advantage of the darkness around them as they turned magic on the magician.

After many sacrifices in a breathless war that lasted for months, victory was their ally in the end. With their strong belief that good will triumph, and the flame of hope that has not been extinguished within them, they made it a slogan for them.

The black king's head was finally uprooted after a fierce battle between him and the last bearer of the powers of light

The black clouds began to dissipate, and what remained of his aides had vanished, and he was the one who had given them strength throughout those years.

Victory flags began to rise and fluttered inside a brutal battle that spanned long distances, in which the sounds of violent swords colliding, and magic clashing in their squares for both sides between guns and attackers, and the battlefield was filled with corpses piled up on both sides, and between a dead and a wounded.

It was a tragic scene, ending with the appearance of the first light of day, with which the chants of victory echoed over long distances to let the whole world know that salvation has come true.

And for the first time in a very long time, the world smiled again, and safety was found in its heart.

And between the pages of history, the inscription of that victory, and as a result, a powerful empire appeared that included many kingdoms and peoples that were scattered and collapsed in the rule of lions.

Long years passed after that battle in which many and many events took place, ending with the death of "Eccles", the last light bearer. He inherited the throne after him, his sons, and the matter continued to several generations of his descendants

But the greedy and the haters began to emerge from behind the scenes, and the struggle for power began after a plot in which the last bearer of light was killed.

Everyone has coveted rule and authority and has drawn in his imagination the shape of the crown, positioned on his head, where he sits on the throne of judgment.

And as a result of that conflict, the empire was divided into kingdoms that were divided between light and darkness, and many wars broke out between them, leaving their greed the room to control their minds.

As for the people, its classes descended to the appearance of slaves, the bandits and fraudsters increased, and some began trading in slaves through legal means and others, such as kidnapping, and the license was permitted for them.

And internal wars were more fierce than those that broke out between kingdoms. This was the case and still is, peace does not last and good does not exist.

As a result of this chaos, the world was busy with its wars, forgetting the lions and what had happened in the past, but unlike them, his followers never forgot their king as they were preparing for the emergence of lions again.

But there is a saying that says, "No matter how dark the night remains, the sun will rise the next day."

Twenty-three years ago, swarms of passing meteors crossed the Earth's space carrying with them two prophecies, one of which was about the appearance of lions again, and the second was for the appearance of light-bearers, and the news shook the existence of the world of human beings and demons

And somewhere out of everyone's eyes, twins were born, each of them in a different world, one bearing the name of the universe and the second bearing its bygone decades.