Heroes were summoned, wars ended, and the world was saved. Except, it wasn't. The heroes turned traitors and started conquering the world instead. They conquered, destroyed, and ravaged for fun. Meanwhile, a remote village got wiped overnight, with only one survivor. Now surviving the tragedy of his village, Flint, pledges to seek vengeance against whoever dared to unalive all his precious family.
Back at the Academy, Flint, Amanda, Erveine and Erweine were simply staring at each other- while Arack Vermon sat there in the corner grumbling with some bandages, herbs, and even a cast on his left leg.
"Are we gonna continue or what?" Arack said, impatient.
"Start where exactly?" Erveine sighed. "This is too… much to take in."
Erveine's mother- headmistress Erweine explained some things just moments ago.
In the beginning, before the age of the gods- there was a particular race.
They ruled the universe- yes, just one.
Back then, the multiverse did not exist.
That particular race was so advanced, they could manipulate time, space, and even life…
As a culmination of their tech, they made one tree capable of bestowing life; their final invention.
The world tree.
No one knew what happened to them. But some believed they were destroyed and now roam as husks in the void.
The Fallen.