There was a time when the world wasn't what it is now. It was technologically advanced, full of life, and a good place for everyone. But then tragedy struck, a nuclear missile was accidentally launched by Country A toward Country B. That single mistake sparked a war, a world war where every nation fought for survival. When it ended, all technology was lost; even finding a cell phone became a miracle.
In that chaotic era, people uncovered old texts buried deep beneath the ruins, remnants of a lost civilization that had once wielded magic. Some learned to seek immortality, some to raise the dead, and some to channel the holy power said to come from the gods themselves. Each surviving country found one of these ancient powers and made it the foundation of their reborn nations.
All except one.
Country A, the one that started it all received nothing. It was deemed cursed, a nation without hope, despised by all others for the war it began.
As the years passed, the countries grew again, each believing their own power was superior. Rivalries hardened, and the world stood on the edge of another devastating conflict. Yet through it all, one nation remained ignored Country A. They were humiliated, their people driven away and discriminated against wherever they went. Their land became known as the country of despair, the country of betrayers, until at last it was abandoned and forgotten.
But what the world didn't know was that something still slept deep beneath that wasteland with a hidden power, waiting to wake.
Two centuries passed. The world forgot about the fallen nation. Then, old warnings began to surface again lines written in every ancient scripture:
Be wary of the darkness that once tried to swallow the sun.
Be wary of the moon that turned red and show no mercy.
Be wary of the abyss, for it will swallow you whole.
The nations dismissed them as myths, just stories from a fearful past.
Until, one day, the darkness moved again and brought storms to the world once more.