Chapter 1: The Whisper of Shadows

The world had long forgotten what peace felt like. Decades ago, a lone wizard had cast a spell so vile, so incomprehensible, that its true nature had been buried beneath myths and fear. No one knew the exact words or the intent behind the curse, but its effects had sculpted a grotesque reality.

Hybrid monsters roamed freely, fusing traits of beasts and men into horrifying forms. Mutants, disfigured by their cursed bloodlines, prowled the ruins of once-thriving cities. Viruses seeped through the air, twisting life into abominations. Demons clawed their way into existence, sowing terror, while cursed items—artifacts imbued with the wizard’s dark magic—spread like a plague. Nature itself rebelled; storms that never ceased, earthquakes that shattered continents, and rivers that ran black with corruption.

Humanity’s fight for survival was an unending struggle. The monsters devoured indiscriminately, demons hunted relentlessly, and mutants thrived in chaos. The world was a battlefield, where survival was measured not in years, but in days.

Amid this darkness, a glimmer of hope emerged: the Relics. These cursed items, forged by the very magic that sought to destroy humanity, held immense power. Though they came at a cost, they were the only weapons capable of turning the tide. Those brave—or desperate—enough to wield Relics became humanity’s champions. They were called Heroes.

But the Heroes were few, and the cost of wielding a Relic was steep. Some lost their sanity, others their humanity. Yet they stood as the last line of defense against the chaos.