Prologue: Whispers of the Abyss.
Before time even began, there was only silence. An unbroken stillness stretched across eternity, neither light nor shadow daring to move. There was only chaos and void — nothing else.
Then, from that emptiness, came a sound. It was faint at first, like a small echo in the silence.
It was a heartbeat. It came from the void.
Each pulse echoed through the void; it was the first thread of existence in this void and chaos. In the midst of darkness, a heart was floating. It had seven different yet pure colors on it.
From that heart, an existence was born — the first individual alive. In His soul, there were ten elements present, completely pure.
They spiraled around Him like a crown, each note harmonizing into a symphony of creation. After that, the world came into existence. Mountains rose, seas deepened, the sun began to illuminate, the world, the moon lightened the dark night, stars began to shimmer.
The being looked upon what had been made out of nothingness — a new world, flawless, bright, beautiful.
He wandered that world for countless years as he learned many things. Sometimes he felt joy, sometimes anger, sometimes sadness, and disappointment. Yet through it all, he lived a peaceful life.
Yet within perfection lies stillness. Within stillness, decay. And within the heart of this individual, the seed of loneliness bloomed.
His loneliness and his desire to go beyond —to unite all powers, all essences, all elements in his body into a single form — to create the most omniscient of all powers. So he could create new individuals.
He began to merge the ten elements into one at first the process was going on well.
But as he reached toward this impossible powers, something faltered. The ten elements combined — then trembled. Their harmony shattered into discord.
The air around him began to ripple. The sky turned dark as he felt pain for the first time in his entire life. His body began to tremble with pain, and when it reached the extreme, his heart, which had turned pure white after countless years, showed signs of breaking.
Suddenly, His heart burst apart, Its fragments scattering across the newborn world. His whole body was destroyed as he died a painful death. At the moment of his death he had different emotions. Pain, Sorrow, Regrets and Hatred towards himself.
From those parts of his body flowed rivers of power, spreading the world with mana. His death gave birth to new life forms — animals, plants, and humans.
Where his body and heart fragments fused, those areas became rich with mana, and they were known as high-density mana zones.
Through the ages, humans learned to use mana by practicing different breathing techniques to circulate the mana from their surroundings into their bodies, guiding it toward their hearts — thus forming a light-colored, pure heart called the Mana Heart within their chests, breathing the same power that once beat within a god.
These hearts were later called Celestial Hearts.
Yet as mana spread across the world, whispers began to stir in the world. As some people found the clues about a certain deity. Some said the Deity's final scream still lingered in the dark. Others swore they heard a second heartbeat — quiet, mournful, and wrong.
But those were only legends, carried by the wind. For now, the world still basked beneath the light of the Pure Mana.
And far away — on a planet untouched by mana — a boy would soon take his first step into that radiant, terrible world.
Author's Note / Disclaimer: This story is an original work created and written entirely by me. Tools were only used for minor editing, proofreading, and grammar corrections — not for generating story content. All characters, worldbuilding, and plotlines are my own creation.