Prologue

In an ancient time when continents were formed, mountains rose into the sky. Mana flowed through the very veins of the earth. Mythical creatures born from the very depths. Griffins soared in the skies, and titans walked the earth. The World was truly starting to boom with life, like a brush painting on an empty canvas. Humans living in harmony with these beings.

Exploring the newly painted canvas that was the earth and the wonders of mana. As the canvas was starting to get filled. Harmony was starting to disappear, and hatred was starting to boom like volcanic eruptions. The earth started to get painted in the blood of every walking creature in this once beautiful place. Ancient guilds and societies arose as human greed was fully displayed, waging wars for centuries with their minds filled with greed for power that these beings could get them. After centuries of this bloody war that cost not just the lives of mythical creatures but also human lives, both sides were on their last legs. The leaders of both sides decided that it was enough. Too much blood was spilled too many centuries were they blinded by greed and revenge, and that was how the pact of peace was made. Many centuries have gone by, and no longer are the great minds being killed on a battlefield. From stone walls, they could rise to the skies. Now history is long forgotten in the dust of advancement. Humans and mythical beings enjoy their lives once again on the canvas of earth.

But for how long would this peace last until the brush started to paint in blood once again?