As the storm raged across the lands of the South Pole, the dark mana swirling within it began to gather more violently.
At first it moved like any other storm... Then slowly it began to concentrate.
The vast cloud of black mana tightened into a space in the middle of the wasteland beneath the crimson glow of the Second Moon.
Unlike the birth of the dragons, there were no heartbeats, no warning and no echo spreading across the world.
Only silence.
And then, without a single sign beforehand—
Two figures stepped out from within the storm. The moment they emerged, the violent storm of dark mana dispersed instantly, as if its only purpose had been to protect the sacred moment of their birth.
Just like the dragons born in the highest skies. Another pair had now appeared. But these were something entirely different.
Creatures that future generations would call demons.
Their hair was darker than the night itself, flowing smoothly behind them. Their eyes glowed with a deep crimson light, and if one looked closely enough, faint veins of even brighter red could be seen pulsing within them... A clear sign of overwhelming power.
Two beings born from the deepest concentration of dark mana in the world. Creatures capable of standing on the same level as the twin dragons who were born in the harshest place on the world.
Far away, across forests, oceans, and plains, the Four Origin Spirits felt the moment these beings entered existence.
Each one of them contemplate in this new species that started to exist one after the other.
The first pair of Dragons, The second pair of Demons, Making them think of what exactly could the next one be. and what kind of relationship this creatures would have.
Meanwhile, in the silent wasteland beneath the crimson moon, the two newly born beings slowly began to move. Unlike the dragons, whose bodies had taken a different shape from the usual, these two appeared far more familiar.
Humanoid.
Their forms were not so different from what future races might resemble. Yet there were clear signs of what they were.
Dark horns curved elegantly from their heads, smooth and flawless. Only added to the striking beauty of their faces.
Then behind their back... A pair of Dark wings took a place, not wings of flesh or bone, but formed entirely from condensed dark energy. floating slightly behind their backs like living shadows, glowing faintly with a black aura.
Not truly part of their bodies… but a manifestation of their strength, and a symbol of the power flowing through them.
For a while, neither of them moved.
The land beneath the crimson moon was quiet. No wind and no storm. Only cracked ground and scattered rocks remained where the violent mana storm had once raged.
Then slowly… the female blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Her crimson eyes wandered across the empty land before stopping at the strange wings floating behind her back. She tilted her head slightly.
The wings followed the movement.
She tilted her head the other way.
They moved again.
"…hm?"
A small confused sound escaped her lips, as she leaned forward slightly. The wings leaned with her like obedient shadows.
Beside her, the male was busy with something equally important.
He was staring at his hand.
Opening it.
Closing it.
Opening it again.
His fingers moved slowly, as if he was surprised they listened to him.
Then suddenly—
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His wings reacted to the small burst of excitement in his chest and spread wide behind him. The sudden surge of dark energy startled him so badly that he stepped back and lost his balance.
Thud.
He landed on the hard ground.
The female looked at him, as he was looking up at the crimson moon.
For a few seconds he stayed there.
Then he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head.
"…Hard."
He said it like he had just made a very important discovery.
The female walked toward him with slow curious steps.
Step.
Step.
Step.
The ground gave dull sounds beneath her feet as she approached. She crouched in front of him, watching his face carefully like he was the most interesting thing in the world.
The male blinked.
She blinked back.
Silence.
Then she slowly reached forward and poked his cheek.
"…Warm."
The male blinked again.
Then, remembering something deep in his instincts, he poked her back.
"…Same."
She looked down at herself. Then back at him as something gentle appeared in her eyes.
Recognition.
The male stood up again, a little clumsily, brushing dust from his arms even though it didn't really help, and for a moment they both looked up at the crimson moon shining above them. Then they looked at the endless empty land stretching to the horizon... Then back at each other.
They didn't have many words yet.
But instinct told them something simple.
They belonged here.
And without saying anything more, the female began walking forward.
Step.
Step.
Step.
The male watched her for a moment… then quietly followed. Two small figures moving across the dark land beneath the crimson moon.
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In a completely different part of the world, far away from the barren lands of the south.
A land where forests stretched endlessly.
Where ancient trees rose proudly toward the sky, their branches woven together like a living roof. Flowers bloomed in different colors across the forest floor, and soft light filtered gently through the leaves above.
Here where the mana felt different, lighter, warmer and alive.
This was the northern land of the world. The place where nature itself had begun to breathe more freely. The territory that naturally resonated with the Origin Spirit of Nature.
Sylvaria's domain.
And the closest living land to the northern pole… where I quietly observed the world.
Deep within the heart of this growing forest, A pair of new creatures started to emerge. Not like any of the first two.
Here where trees and flowers started to make space, when gentle mana accumulated in their surroundings, and with the ultimate care of the Origin spirit of nature.
The third specie started to emerge.