[Three years ago, within the Castle of Rymis III]

She was at a banquet within the grand hall, surrounded by over a hundred powerful mages and warriors, including Charnald and King Rymis III. A massive table stood in the center, crafted from dark wood and covered with a blue and white cloth. The hall buzzed with a lively debate on various diplomatic matters.

The atmosphere of the gathering was both solemn and spirited. Powerful mages and warriors were engaged in spirited discussions on diplomatic issues. Voices echoed throughout the banquet hall, creating a constant and lively hum. Laughter and murmurs were occasionally heard, showcasing the intensity of the ongoing discussions.

On that day, the leaders of Trillia’s three nations were present.

Sitting at the end of the table was a young man in a presidential suit and tie, donning a blue tie that gave him a radiant presence. An aura of two decades of experience and wisdom emanated from him. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. Beside him stood a lovely elf with ocean eyes, her long white hair soft as silk. She wore an elegant black and white dress, adorned with a luxurious necklace. Her face glowed with remarkable beauty and an angelic smile.

"So, Marc, does this dish meet your expectations?" asked Rymis with a benevolent smile.

"Yes, Rymis. Your chefs truly have a gift. It's a shame my chefs don't have the same skill as yours, ahah."

"Mr. President. Do you not enjoy the dishes prepared by your chefs?" the charming elf, Sepharina, questioned.

"Ahah, don't get the wrong idea, dear Sepharina. Of course, I appreciate them. I'm just speaking my mind about his cooks."

"Oh... I apologize for bothering you with my remarks, Mr. President."

"No problem. Enjoy the meal, my lovely Sepharina."

Marc, the President of Edra, continued to cherish his assistant while enjoying the dish that Rymis's chefs had prepared. Not far from them was another woman with long white hair, dressed in an elegant military uniform combining white and green hues. Her calm yet mischievous smile exuded undeniable leadership and charisma. Two soldiers in dark green uniforms stood motionless behind her, armed with assault rifles similar to Kalashnikovs, except for the sinister, purple aura they radiated.

"Once again, I see that the human-elf relationship is sacred in your country, dear Marc..."

"Don't mock our interactions and relationships, Milityasha. I would invite you to Edra to show you our ideals, but you always decline."

"Ahah! I'm not mocking. On the contrary, I find it truly admirable. That's also why I respect you, Marc. You strongly support human and elf collaboration. About your invitations, I decline them because I have more pressing tasks. But I'll sure visit Edra when the opportunity arises."

"In that case, I would gladly accept."

"And don't forget, when I helped you with your presidential campaign against Elarandil, I came to Edra to personally congratulate you on your victory over him. So technically, I've already visited your wonderful country!"

Hearing the name "Elarandil," Sepharina lowered her head, recalling a painful memory. As Milityasha and Marc exchanged glances, a wave of amusement seemed to sweep the air, as if the tension from a moment ago had been an illusion.

"You're right... But I'd love to show you Edra, especially the Sylvaria Fountain, which is divinely beautiful!"

"We'll arrange that once I've finished my work for Argha. So don't worry. And besides our professional roles, we're more than just leaders. We are good friends! So let's raise our glasses to a brighter future for the Kingdoms of Rymis, Argha, and Edra!"

Milityasha, Marc, and Rymis stood with pride, raising their glasses high in honor of the nations they represented.

Dasra, observing their exchange, sported her usual warrior outfit and short hair. She ate as if she hadn't had a meal in months.

Then he arrived...

A commotion rose outside the royal chamber; soldiers angrily confronted an old man who clung to a dire sense of desperation. He answered their shouts with heart-wrenching cries, driven by the terror within him.

"You can't enter, sir! This is a private meeting!"

This man walked into the room without warning. He was an old magician with a long white beard, dressed similarly to Charnald. He trembled, looking as if he had exerted significant effort, like he hadn’t rested after traveling a vast distance. Rymis, taken aback, quickly rose from his chair, eyes wide in astonishment.

“Dalfa? What are you doing here?”

“It’s... It’s a tragedy, Your Majesty!”

The room went quiet as everyone stopped eating. Dalfa, seemingly in a trance, spoke with palpable dread.

“What’s going on?!”

“Our multiverse is in danger!”

In that exact moment, the room's jovial atmosphere turned tense and somber. Everyone present understood that this wasn't some playful jest, but a matter of utmost gravity.

“In five years, a superior being will destroy multiverses, including ours!”

“What?! Speak clearly!”

“I... I saw. Nobody in our universe will be powerful enough to defeat him!”

A heavy silence fell upon the crowd, fear seeping into everyone. Even Dasra, who tried to remain calm, felt powerless against the growing anxiety.

That day… My heart raced, and I couldn’t eat any longer. I stared at Dalfa in terror, horrified by the words he uttered and would continue to utter...

“His name is Damahan…”

“Are you certain no one can defeat him?!”

“I've seen it...”

The terror in Dalfa's eyes was evident as he replayed a vision in his mind:

There stood the figure of Damahan, hovering in a white void, beyond a universe torn apart by his might. Opposing him were four other human silhouettes, one being a woman with medium-length hair and a cape.

Damahan's fiery red eyes shone through a cloud of anger and powerlessness against his adversaries. He struggled to eliminate the Future Lost Ones. His face barely visible due to the constant collapsing of the universe they fought within. Sounds of spatial tears accompanied the fractured image of Dalfa’s vision, intensified by a slight chromatic aberration. The battle's intensity had vaporized existence itself.

“Very well! If this is what you wish, my dear! I hope you have a backup plan to shield your people from what I’m about to do!”

Raising his hand, Damahan's power resonated throughout the multiverse and beyond all cosmic comprehension. The golden Divine Orb he manifested above his gloved hand illuminated every known and unknown creation; it lit up the infinite, the immortals, conceivable and inconceivable entities. This orb, an anarchic rosette, emanating boundless mystical power, would undoubtedly cause the chaos and destruction of the multiverse.

“Founders! Submit and witness this. Behold my ultimate power! Divine Integration!”

[Back to reality]

“He obliterated everyone… I saw it...

“Dalfa! Do you think the metapotent being who killed Nerhel stands a chance?!”

“I... I don’t know. Damahan is an unstoppable force of power..."

“Do you know why he wishes to destroy the multiverses?! What’s his motive?!”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty... I do not know why. I only saw the end of the battle. My vision always ends after the total destruction… in other words… our demise."

“It’s alright..."

The meeting's focus shifted. Now, the topic was how to defeat Damahan. And two months later, we believed we had found the solution.

Two months post the dinner meeting, three mages, including Charnald, knelt before Rymis in his palace. He sat on his throne with a worried and fearful expression.

“Your Majesty, we have a plan…”

“I’m listening.”

“We’ll scour the universes to find beings capable of defeating Damahan.”

“It’s a wise plan.”

Sadly, after a year, we found nothing. Hence, the mages shifted to Plan B: locate talented individuals and bring them into our world, where their talents would transform into personal power.

The mages observed the lives of Yanis, Alora, Jacob, and Rogue through a magic orb, finding solace in their serene faces.

[Back to the present day]

“That's how we found and summoned you all here. Except for you, Gwendoline…”

“Yeah...”