Somewhere on the face of the world, towering mountains and endless hills surrounded the mighty Nation of Drakoria, a land under the rule of the Tianlong Empire. The skies were rarely empty—gigantic western dragons soared with powerful wings, while long, serpentine eastern dragons glided through the clouds like living rivers of the sky. From time to time, deep within the forests, one could witness an earth dragon—massive and ancient—slowly roaming among the trees, its every step shaking the ground beneath it.
This nation was ruled by the second Dragon Emperor after he succeed the first emperor after the Great War during the year of the Rapture—Ignivar Drakonis. Under his command, the dragons conquered the surrounding mountains, claiming them as their own. The previous inhabitants—humans—were either slaughtered without mercy or forced into submission just to survive.
As night fell, in a quiet and hidden corner of Drakoria, inside a small wooden house, a different kind of battle was taking place.
"AGGGGGGHHHH!"
A woman cried out in pain, her body trembling as she pushed with all her strength. Her name was Alice, and she was on the verge of giving birth.
"HUNGGGGIIIIIIIHH—!"
"AHHH… AHHHH!"
"Just a little more, honey… you can do it!" her husband, Zevi, said anxiously as he held her hand, his voice filled with both fear and encouragement.
Moments later, a sharp cry filled the room.
A child was born.
Zevi's eyes widened as he carefully lifted the newborn. The boy's appearance carried a striking blend of both parents. He had his mother's beautiful eyes—amethyst pupils that shimmered like a galaxy under the night sky. His nose was sharp and defined, and on his forehead was a distinct red crown-like birthmark—the same mark Zevi himself bore.
His hair was black, but streaks of white ran through it, something unnatural… yet oddly elegant.
"He's… beautiful for a boy," Zevi said with a soft smile.
Alice, exhausted, let out a weak chuckle.
"I hope he grows up strong," she whispered, gazing at her child with love.
Months passed.
Then years.
Five years later, the boy had grown into an energetic and curious child.
The forest of Drakoria was dangerous, but for some, it was also a place of survival.
"Dad… look!" the boy said excitedly, pointing deeper into the forest. "A giant fire lizard! That meat will surely taste good!"
The boy, Alex, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth as he imagined the different ways they could cook the dish.
Zevi followed his son's gaze and immediately became serious.
There it was.
A massive fire lizard, its scales glowing faintly like embers. Smoke escaped from its nostrils with every breath.
Zevi reached for his sword and rope—simple tools, but essential for hunting prey and selling it in the capital to support their daily needs.
"Stay back, Alex," he warned.
Without hesitation—
SHIK!
THUD!
Zevi sprinted forward.
In one fluid motion, he unsheathed his sword and slashed toward the creature.
But the lizard was fast.
Sensing danger, it twisted its body and dodged the strike just in time.
Alex quickly climbed a nearby tree, gripping the branches tightly as he watched the fight unfold below.
The battle intensified.
The fire lizard suddenly roared, its body beginning to change.
Its skin hardened, turning into a molten rock-like armor. Heat radiated from its body, distorting the air around it. Its eyes glowed bright red.
It had entered its berserk state.
Its speed doubled.
Its attacks became faster and heavier.
Each swing of its claws cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Trees were torn apart, and the ground cracked under its power.
But Zevi stood his ground.
"Air Strike!"
He swung his sword in a wide arc. A semi-circular wave of energy shot forward and struck the lizard, forcing it back.
Without wasting a second, he followed up—
Driving his blade into the creature's side.
"GRAAAAAAAWWWLL!"
The lizard roared in pain and fury, thrashing violently.
Above, Alex watched with wide eyes, absorbing every movement, every technique.
His small hands clenched with excitement.
Then—
In a swift and decisive motion—
Zevi ended the fight.
The forest fell silent once more.
Alex quickly climbed down, running toward his father.
"That was amazing, Dad!" he exclaimed. "Teach me how to fight! I'm already five years old!"
Zevi let out a small sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Let's talk about that when we return home," he replied calmly.
"BUT YOU PROMISED!" Alex complained, crossing his arms.
Zevi chuckled softly.
"I know. That's why you're here—to watch and learn. Now come on, let's head to the river and clean ourselves before going to the capital. We'll sell this monster and get what we need."
Alex's mood quickly brightened again as he looked at the massive lizard.
"Can we cook some of it too?"
Zevi smirked.
"Of course."
It had been 500 years since the Great War.
The world was no longer the same.
The old Earth—once divided into seven continents and over 200 countries—had been reshaped into four massive territories.
The first was the Monster Territory, ruled by the six strongest races:
The Dragon Race The Phoenix Race The Peng Race The Golden Crow Race The White Tiger Race The Fox Race
The second was the Divine Territory, where followers of different pantheons lived. These people were blessed with divine bloodlines granted by the gods they worshipped.
The third was the Elemental Territory, home to elves, elemental beings, and dwarves. Their lands were rich with natural energy and ancient magic.
And lastly—
The fourth territory.
The smallest of them all.
The Human Territory.
It was where the remaining humans had gathered, struggling to survive in a world that no longer belonged to them. Through resilience, intelligence, and advanced technology, they managed to defend themselves against constant threats.
They adapted.
They evolved.
Through magic and DNA manipulation, they awakened the bloodlines of their ancestors—unlocking powers that once belonged only to legends.
But even then…
In a world ruled by monsters, gods, and ancient races—
Humanity was still fighting… just to exist.