The human world had long known peace.
Ordinary people lived their days as they always had — some went hunting, others tended to the land, a few sought fortune in the crowded cities.
Five continents shaped the world, each with its own soul: the Continent of Ice, shrouded in eternal frost, where the snow was so pure it seemed one could walk upon the clouds;
the Continent of Earth, with its endless deserts and stone oases scattered by Mother Nature as a reminder that even in the most hostile places, life endures;
the Continent of Nature, where forests stretched beyond sight and creatures of every kind roamed beneath their emerald canopy; the Continent of Sky, veiled in endless rain, where mirrored waters reflected the heavens themselves.
And the White Continent: mild, silent, and mysterious.
Where whispers told of a power unknown to men.
Each land was ruled by its noble family, guardians of law, prosperity, and order.
On the surface, everything was perfect.
But beneath that perfection, darkness was already stirring — silent struggles for power, forbidden studies, hidden pacts forged for unseen conquest.
Even perfection comes at a price.
And every paradise meets its end.
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Continent of Nature
Nobody believed what was happening: the sky, which a moment before was at its best blue shades, had turned an intense red, with purple clouds on the horizon.
The sun had disappeared, leaving for a black hole, as if it had been erased.
The earth was shaking under the feet of all the inhabitants of the continent, while columns of hot air and fire came out of cracks formed in the ground.
"Help!! My son was stuck under the rubble of our house!"
"What the fuck is going on?!"
"Look for a place away from tall structures..."
*ROAR!*
suddenly, a majestic creature appeared from the skies: its body seemed impenetrable, four limbs equipped with claws so sharp they could cut the sky, two powerful wings kept the figure with a mouth full of flames suspended in the air.
The creature was none other than a fire race dragon, the most intelligent of monsters, whose abilities made the laws of physics discovered until now pale in comparison.
Behind the powerful figure in the sky there was a "rip" like a claw mark, as if someone had actually torn the sky to allow someone to pass, and in fact, an exorbitant number of flying monsters were emerging from it.
People looked at the scene with terrified eyes, not realizing that the danger in the sky had also manifested itself on earth.
Terrifying goblins and orcs emerged from "rip" on the land, that this time it looked like someone had thrown a punch and cleared the way for them.
One of the people who were near the "rip" tried to shout, in vain, because one of the goblins saw her, ran towards and killed her instantly, stabbing her in the chest with his rudimentary sword.
Incorporeal and whitish creatures with long thin arms and beings similar to them followed the example of the goblins.
Within hours, the ground had become a sea of blood, with lifeless bodies strewn in all directions.
Some continued to run away relentlessly trying to escape, clinging to a false glimmer of hope, others remained on the ground paralyzed by fear and still others could only think of one thing: "Is this the end of the world...?"
"We can't escape, it's the end..."
It seemed like the end of the world, everywhere you looked you found desperation and death.
The world was witnessing to what in the history of humanity will be called the "First Eclipse", the first devastating magical event, which almost brought humanity to extinction.
As time passed, in addition to destruction and terror, people, who managed to survive, were beginning to awaken superhuman powers and abilities, who were recognized as "Magician", these special people had "mana" at their disposal, the main source of magical powers, the only thing that could hurt and kill monsters that come out of the "rips".
Days passed, then months, then years, and after many battles, sacrifices and deaths, humanity won against the monsters, regaining the lost peace.
However, there was one person who did not celebrate with the others, aware of the disaster he witnessed and the number of sacrifices made for their victory.
That person will be recognized in the history books as the first "Magus", the one who defeated the fire dragon, Arthur Laplace.
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A/N: Hi, I'm new to this world and I actually don't know how to write down my ideas for a decent story, I hope you appreciate it anyway, happy reading <3.
Any constructive criticism is appreciated ;).
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