Long, long ago, there was no civilization on earth, not even Wisdom in the primordial era.
At that time, the world was filled with miasma, and poison fog lingered.
The sky was unknown to azure blue, obscured by mist as thick as substance; the land had never seen verdant green, laying bare cracked crust and lava; as for the so-called ocean, it was more like a boiling broth, with hot steam rising day and night, distorting the world's outlines in hazy heat waves.
Life that could thrive in this Magic Realm, where even rocks would decay, were unimaginable monsters to today's people, with bizarre appearances serving only the instinct for survival and Hunt, ferocious and terrifying.
Their savagery may not be considered Evil Demon, but in modern times, their mere existence would be a calamity.
Yet perhaps by chance, or possibly by destiny, the primordial skies covered by miasma presented a miraculous gap one day.
