Four years ago, the Great Impact forever turned our world upside down. It was the greatest upheaval in recorded history—a cataclysmic shift that could never be undone, drawing a bloody line between the era of kings and the age of survival.
It all began on a seemingly ordinary afternoon when the heavens abruptly fractured. A blinding, iridescent light erupted from the sky, shattering the blue expanse like a pane of fragile glass. It was accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the very bedrock of the earth. A bizarre, pulsing surge of energy, fierce as a raging tempest, tore across the land in a tidal wave of color. It swept through the marble courtyards of the most majestic castles and battered the fragile thatched roofs of the farthest, forgotten villages, leaving absolutely nothing untouched.
The Great Impact also brought Mana —a mysterious, volatile new power—along with countless anomalies never before witnessed by human eyes. This force breathed life into the mundane, bestowing upon humanity incredible, reality-bending strength and arcane knowledge, kicking open the door to a new age. Yet, with every miraculous blessing came a devastating curse. The Great Impact unleashed terrifying trials and unimaginable dangers. The very fabric of nature rebelled against its previous design. Ancient, peaceful forests warped overnight into hostile labyrinths of twisting briars and toxic spores. Plants and animals violently mutated, turn to strange, monstrous creatures. Docile beasts grew armored scales, razor-sharp fangs, and glowing eyes, altered by the light itself. Meanwhile, other nightmarish abominations—creatures of shadow and ash—seemed to have crossed over through jagged dimensional rifts from unknown, hellish realms.
The old world order crumbled into dust within weeks. Proud knights and ruthless mercenaries, who once wielded their swords only to eliminate one another over petty borders, were suddenly forced into secret pacts and uneasy alliances. Survival demanded absolute unity. Some rose from the ashes as legendary heroes, sacrificing everything to shield the innocent from the claws of nameless monsters. Others, driven by desperation or raw ambition, risked their lives for the boundless opportunities of this untamed new world, chasing desperate dreams of wealth and a brighter tomorrow. From the chaotic wreckage of the old kingdoms, Guilds were rapidly forged. They united like-minded individuals under a brand-new, vital profession: Adventurer. These bold souls ventured deep into crumbling ruins, shadowed forests, and lightless abysses... all, supposedly, "for the future of humanity."
And then there is me, Anna Greatsword. I am one of them (or, at least, I am about to be). Trust me when I say I was not born to be an adventurer. I didn't crave glory, and I didn't harbor any delusions of heroism. A string of random, utterly tragic events dragged me kicking and screaming onto this path. I was just an ordinary village girl. But the Great Impact did drag me out of the safe zone and throw me into a world of chaos successully. And I think writing this journal may both help you, the future adventurers and be a Bestiary so that others can read it to know more about the creatures you have to face with, no the cost you have to pay before any encouter.