The land of Alion…
Once, these lands belonged to humans. But now they were under the rule of the gods.
The Elemental Gods who lived in the sky ruled the world as if it were their personal property. Fire, water, wind, earth, and lightning… each element had its own god, and these gods saw humans only as slaves meant to work for them. In their eyes, humans were nothing more than worthless pieces of flesh walking upon the soil.
But the gods were not the only masters of this world.
In the dark depths beneath the earth, the Lords of the Black Realm ruled. They too captured humans and used them as slaves in mines, wars, and within their dark fortresses.
In Alion, to be born human…
meant to be born in chains.
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Beyond the high mountains, there was a small village so hidden that it did not even appear on maps. The people there lived in secrecy, trying to survive.
One night, when a crimson storm covered the sky, a child was born.
The child's name would be Tara.
But his birth did not bring happiness. Tara's mother died during childbirth. His father was a former royal warrior. Once he had fought in the armies of the human kingdoms, but after the invasion of the gods he had lost everything.
Yet when he looked at his son, he felt only one thing:
Hope.
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When Tara was only a few months old, disaster came to the village.
The sky was covered with iron-colored clouds, and the sound of armor echoed at the entrance of the village.
The soldiers of the Iron God Edrar had arrived.
Their purpose was simple:
To capture everyone in the village and force them to work as slaves in the iron mines.
When Tara's father saw this, he knew what he had to do.
He tied his son to a horse and sent it toward the mountains.
Baby Tara, swaying in the wind on the horse's back, drifted away alone…
And he was smiling.
Behind him, his father prepared for his final battle.
The old warrior raised his sword.
And chose to die fighting the soldiers of the Iron God.
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Deep within the mountains, a group of assassins wandering through the wilderness found a crying horse days later, with a baby tied to its back.
They saw it as a sign of fate.
They took Tara with them.
That child would no longer live as an ordinary human.
The assassins raised him.
They taught him how to use a sword, how to move silently, how to hunt, and how to kill.
But as Tara grew older, something unusual was noticed.
Inside him…
there was another power.
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In the world of Alion, some rare humans could synchronize with the elements.
If a warrior synchronized with fire, they could control flames.
Those synchronized with wind could move as fast and silently as shadows.
Those in harmony with earth became almost impossible to defeat.
But Tara was different.
He was not synchronized with just one element…
He was synchronized with his own essence.
The power within him came from a source more savage and unknown than the elements themselves.
The assassins gave this power a name:
Blood Synchronization.
When Tara fought, his body became surrounded by a crimson aura.
His wounds healed, his strength increased, and his eyes glowed blood red.
That day, one of his masters said:
> "This child… one day may even kill the gods."
Years passed.
The baby who had grown up in the assassin guild hidden beneath the shadows of the mountains had become a warrior.
Tara.
He had learned how to move silently, disappear into darkness, and kill with a single strike.
His sword fell like a shadow; most enemies never even realized they had died.
But inside Tara, there had always been an unanswered question.
Who am I?
He did not know where he came from.
He did not remember his family.
The masters of the guild had only told him one thing:
> "We found you on the back of a horse in the mountains."
Those words echoed in Tara's mind for years.
One night, the oldest master of the guild called him to his side.
The light of the fire illuminated the old man's face.
He remained silent for a long time.
Then he spoke in a heavy voice.
> "It is time for you to learn the truth."
Tara listened quietly.
The old master began to tell the story.
Years ago, the soldiers of the Iron God Edrar had attacked a village.
They had come to enslave the people.
But one man had stood against them.
A former royal warrior.
That man fought until his very last breath.
And before he died, he tied his baby to a horse and sent it toward the mountains so the child could survive.
The old master looked into Tara's eyes.
Then he spoke slowly.
> "That baby… was you."
In that moment, the world fell silent.
Tara's heart beat slowly and heavily.
He had a father.
And that man… had died to save him.
Tara stood up.
He took the sword that rested on the guild's wall.
The cold steel settled into his palm.
A faint crimson glow slowly appeared in his eyes.
His voice was low, but resolute.
> "Iron God Edrar…"
Silence filled the room.
Then he made his oath.
> "The gods turned humans into slaves."
"I will hunt the gods."
From that day on, a new rumor began to spread across the land of Alion.
A man who fought surrounded by a crimson aura.
A shadow that painted battlefields with blood.
People gave him a name.
The Crimson Warrior.
But the gods used another name for him.
A name they whispered with fear:
Tarataryos.
The God Killer.