___ 4900 Years Ago, Earth 399 ___
The battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles.
Nothing remained of the landscape that had once existed there. Mountains had been reduced to shattered mounds of rubble, forests had been burned to ashes, and enormous craters scarred the earth. Rivers had dried up beneath the intense heat, while the surrounding atmosphere remained distorted by the lingering energy of countless supernatural abilities.
Corpses littered the ground.
Werewolves, vampires, demons and countless other supernatural creatures lay scattered across the scorched wasteland. Some had been reduced to ashes, while others remained barely recognisable beneath the destruction. Their blood had stained the earth, forming dark rivers that stretched across the battlefield.
At the centre of it all stood a young man.
