The story of an unfortunate world

When someone is born the first thing they experience is a vision, a cruel reminder of the past. The same is true for our protagonist.

Still without a name, he saw a goddess in front of him. She was somewhat faded with no distinct features as if she had lost her grace. She told the story of the world and showed visions of the past.

The world was prosperous, full of life and energy. This magical world full of races like elfs, dwarfs, dragons, humans had developed with huge cities and unfathomable buildings. Gods watched over it and helped the races. But not all the races experienced prosperity. Some fought for control, some for survival. All of them had one thing in common, a will to fight. From their emotions, their greed, bloodlust, anger, destress, a new being was created, a false god. Unlike those that came in existence with the world, he had been born from it. He was full of malice. He tainted the minds of the strong, he urged them to fight and kill. Before the gods even noticed it from their thrones, the world became chaotic. The malice had spread far and wide. The false god had grown too strong, he had spread his roots deep in the minds of many. The strongest of all the races, true dragons, had also been affected and they decimated all the countries and their inhabitants. No amount of effort the gods put in made a difference. In no time the dragons destroyed all but the last city.

The city of the weakest race, the humans, was the last of many. A bastion of knowledge built over centuries. The city was well protected but not for long. The magic was running out and the sky had already turned black from the sut. It was all just a matter of time before it fell. The air cripeled with energy and uncomfortable tremors of mana were felt everywhere. Hope was running low and people were giving up.

At that time a single god had taken a risk. The god of magic, Mastro, descended to the mortal realm and possessed a human. Even though they were weak, humans were the only race the false god didn't bother with. They were unaffected and the only option left, the last hope. After possessing a human he lost a small amount of his strength, but undeterred he began to use his powers to isolate the false god in a space where he could not act. As he began to form a circle above the dragons, all the mana took a toll on the human's body. It started to age, the skin started to wrinkle and bones cracked. In no time the human died and the god moved to a new body. This repeated several hundred times and in near minutes the human race was close to extinction. During this process the powers of the god had diminished and his control over the world's mana had disappeared.without the influence of Mastro mana storms, gatherings of chaotic mana had formed and started to ravage the land. The protection of the city had disappeared and the attack had grown even fiercer. Sensing the inescapable doom the false god intensified his attack in an attempt to kill off all the hope the world had. In an extremely short time humans were affected by his malice and died. With mere moments afforded by countless human sacrifices Mastro, with his last bit of power, had finished his spell and poured all the surrounding mana in it. The false god even though powerful was inexperienced and could not resist the pull of the world altering magic. He had been sealed away in a dimension devoid of everything.

With this the war had come to an end, the sky cleared and the sun was seen once again. The sacrifices of Mastro and all the humans placed a stop to the malice brought by the false god. In the end the world had become cruel and unforgiving with the uncontrollable storms. The only race to survive the war were the dragons that had been freed from the influence of the false god.

A city was built in the sky. In memory of all the fallen, the last city was raised with powerful magic and rebuilt. Up there it provided protection from the storms on the ground. Dragons took on humanoid forms and started living in it.