There was only a faint sign—a soul carrying a foreign voice within, a voice that did not belong to them, a voice from a dark and distant past.

And when that voice awakens, the veil will be torn apart.

That war was recorded only in shadows, for no human language was strong enough to describe its devastation.

The sky once split open, burning with the light of the Gods and the flames of darkness.

Mountains crumbled in an instant, oceans boiled into steam that swallowed thousands of sea creatures, and the earth itself trembled—as if it could no longer bear the weight of such a battle.

The humans who lived in that age were nothing but helpless witnesses.

They prayed to the Gods for protection, yet trembled before the demons that roamed freely.