The cloaked man sits on a crate at the corner of the marketplace. Around him gathers a group of children wearing wide smiles, with eyes so eager for yet another story. He watched the children as they come from all the corners of the street, running and playing. He pulled his hood down and let out a smile.

"Shall we begin?"

To which the children collectively replied, "Yes, Mister!"

The cloaked man placed his leather bag on the ground between his feet. He then draws out a weathered book where a number of bookmarks, with varying sizes, are visibly tucked between the many pages. He carefully opens it. As he place his finger on the first sentence, he reads.

"Our story starts long ago in a battle between The God of Darkness and The Black King.

The god of darkness… ever so hungry… wants to consume the world and engulf it in an eternal, starless night.

The black king, however, with his indomitable will and matchless strength, protected it for generations… alone.

The black king lived a long life but now old age caught up on him, he is already worn and tired.. he's been in this fight for so long and he is about to reach his limit.

But still they fight. The duel that will decide the fate of the world. For centuries the black king clashes his shield and sword against the god's sharp fangs and blade-like claws. Until one day, with one strike, the black king gets heavily wounded and the god of darkness took the opportunity that he long waited for.

From his mouth, he fired his biggest attack, a giant ball of purple flames to finish the black king… but before the king gets hit, from his heart he draws out his spark… his essence… a piece of his soul as a last resort to save the world… and himself. He threw it out to the sky and there it shattered, sending it flying to all the corners of the world to find their new hosts.

And these hosts, these bearers of the essence, will be the heralds that will protect the world in his place.

Of course, The God of Darkness knew all about the tricks of the king, and he is ready for it. If only their fight haven’t already pushed him to his weakest state. So rather than killing the king, he consumed him instead and he became the god's vessel. Eternally trapping both their souls in a single body, bound by his own curse.

For the years to come the god of darkness will pose himself as the black king, ruler of the world, while he wait of the bearers of the essence to come for him. For only when the king’s soul is completed can he unmake the curse and fully end the king’s reign.

Time passed by…

and history gets twisted…

Legends tell about the immortal black king. The man who murdered god in his thirst for power… and he who sits on his high tower waiting for the perfect challenger.”