From that chaos emerged one of the greatest horrors the world had ever known: the Soul Eaters.

They were no ordinary demons. They were corrupted souls that devoured not only flesh but the very essence of humanity. Once a person was touched by them, their soul would be torn apart, their body would wither, and their eyes would turn hollow—as if life had never existed within them. What remained was an empty shell, a puppet moved by darkness, walking among humans unnoticed, waiting for the next moment to feed.

Even the Gods trembled before them. Unlike other demons, the Soul Eaters could never truly be destroyed. Their bodies could be annihilated, but their souls would return to the shadows, waiting to be reborn—like a fire that dies for a moment, only to blaze brighter when the wind blows again.