— The War on Terra Sanguinis.
From the earliest days recorded in human memory, the war between the Harvesters and the magical beasts had never truly ceased.
For over a thousand years, the two sides clashed across continents and even across dimensions, each battle eroding what little balance remained in the world.
At first, humanity resisted.
The Harvesters fought with everything they had. But as time passed, they were slowly pushed back. Casualties mounted. Cities fell. Blood soaked the land.
So, in desperation, they made a plea.
Through a ritual that demanded an unthinkable sacrifice and after more than half of the human race had been erased from the battlefield itself, the Harvesters at the end sought the intervention of the higher forces. It was the only way they could delay extinction.
But even that came at a terrible cost.
Power always ruled the battlegrounds, and the beasts had more of it.
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The air was filled with screams—humans and beasts alike.
Harvesters flooded the battlefield, wielding elemental powers, causing storms, raining flames, and unleashing raw energy on the same battlegrounds.
Yet none among them stood above the Intermediate Rank.
They had trusted their numbers, their desperation, and their will to survive. And at the moment it seemed promising.
They were wrong.
The beasts had held back their true elites throughout the war. They waited until humanity was exhausted, wounded, and desperate, then unleashed their highest classes in a final, merciless annihilation.
Most beasts commanded the fundamental forces too.
Earth.
Fire.
Water.
Air.
But others possessed far darker gifts.
Some shaped things to their satisfactio; some could bend blood and some shape-shifted parts of their bodies into weapons.
Other hieracchies crushed bones with a glance, bent blood within living bodies, or tore souls from flesh,slaughtering hundreds at once, depending on their rank.
That war alone rewrote history for Resonants… and for beasts alike.
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Terra Sanguinis — The Land of Blood
For weeks, the slaughter did not stop. It was a long, stretched war.
The earth turned crimson.
The sky darkened with ash and smoke, and the cries of lost souls.
Never before had the universe recorded such a vast and merciless massacre.
At this point when things were most intensein the final hours of that war that he stood revealed.
The ruler of the Fourth Hierarchy of beasts.
A demon of punishment and death.
Mortifex.
Towering nearly eleven feet tall, Mortifex bore the fused traits of a man like figure and a markhor standing on its two feet. Massively curved horns and with an almost impenetrable glistening skin. Demonic aura poured from his body, as his body glistened in the glory of his perfection.
He gazed upon the battered human army.
"Pathetic beings…" Mortifex rumbled, then stepped up onto higher ground.
"Our masters offer mercy.he screamed. Surrender now, and your kind may yet be spared—to serve as slaves still under the shadow of our mercy."
Humanity tried their best, and when they lost, they were at the brink of being wiped out of existence, when they were given an option.
The heir to the king and ruler, which was given to save over a million more souls...
A price was paid.