Since the dawn of time, the world was not a single entity; rather, it fractured from its very inception into three distinct realms. And since that moment, the flames of conflict have never been extinguished—sometimes hidden, sometimes open—under a merciless sun.
{The Orians}: The inhabitants of the High Peaks, where summits embrace the clouds. Their bodies are made of light, and their wings radiate celestial energy. Possessing immense power, they declared themselves the world's guardians and the protectors of balance. Yet, behind their glow hides a cruel arrogance no less dark than their enemies. In their eyes, humans were merely a weak flock, created only to serve them.
{The Humans}: They lived in the middle, upon the earth trod by all. The weakest of creatures and the poorest in means, with no wings to lift them nor shadow to shelter them. They owned nothing but their sweat and tears to offer their masters. They served in peace and were driven into slavery. Rarely was a powerful one born among them—one who might tip the scale.
{The Demons}: In the lower depths, where ash and shadow reigned, their black towers were built. Their powers fed on fear and sowed hatred in hearts. Even the mention of their names was a sin, for their names were not letters but shackles and captive souls. The {Orians}' eternal enemy... their truth is far more complex than the tales suggest.
Amidst this shattered world, a young man was born who possessed nothing but his name, (Yugaki).
A slave among thousands, a forgotten face among crushed ones. Yet, his heart was defiant against death. In the cruelest moments, he would smile, as if mocking the fate that bound him in chains.
He lived in a dilapidated shack with his weak, pale mother. His father? Just a vague, forgotten memory. Despite the poverty and restrictions, the smile never left his face.
One morning, while on his way to serve his master, he found a child sprawled on the ground, their wound bleeding and their eyes pleading for help.
The slaves passed him by as if they were seeing a stone, not a human, for mercy among them was a crime. But (Yugaki) carried the child and bandaged the wound with whatever scraps of cloth he had, leading him back to his shack, his face smeared with dirt, the light gone from his eyes. A small moment—it was the beginning of everything.
He was late. He found his {Orian} master waiting for him. The punishment was not directed at him, but at his mother. He saw her lying on the ground, her exhausted body soaked in blood.
"You're late..."
The {Orian} said it coldly, his hand dripping blood... his mother's blood.
Unable to comprehend what had happened, he arrived, his mouth gasping with exhaustion, his eyes fixated on his mother's fate. Something exploded deep inside him. He didn't plan, he didn't think. He found himself flying toward his master, his fist overflowing with a strange light, as if a celestial ray had awakened within him.
He struck his master's face. The slaves around watched, overwhelmed by shock and terror.
But the {Orian} did not move an inch. He raised an eyebrow mockingly and said:
"A wretched slave... dares to touch me?"
He extended his hand and unleashed a blow that sounded like thunder, echoing through the place. (Yugaki)'s body flew backward dozens of meters like a doll, crashing into the ground, blood spurting from his mouth, his consciousness fading drop by drop.
The last thing he saw was his mother's face stained with tears. Then, the darkness swallowed him.
And when he opened his eyes... he didn't know where he was, how he survived, or why he was still alive.
"Where am I?"