The universe of ILTAW was not held together by gravity or physics alone, but by a delicate, ancient balance of five primordial forces: Ignus (Fire), Lithness (Earth), Tonitrus (Thunder), Aqua (Water), and Ventus (Wind). For eons, these elements existed in a silent harmony, governed by the Supreme God, a being of immense light who held the power to gift these forces but lacked the ability to ever take them back.
But as the ages turned, the light began to flicker.
In the heart of this universe sat Technopia, a sprawling metropolis of steel, glass, and neon. It was a city of the future, ruled by the wise Technoking, yet even his advanced technology could not hide the growing shadows. Somewhere in the dark, the Evil Supreme God—the twin brother of the Creator—waited. Once a being of balance, he had been corrupted by the dark emperor Iqtadar and the forbidden spells of the Book of Sin. He had abandoned his divinity to become the God of Evil, leaving his brother weak and desperate to find new guardians for the five elements.
Unbeknownst to the gods, five young men in Technopia were living lives that would soon collide with destiny.
Erif stood on the edge of the industrial district, his eyes reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun. He was a man of intense passion and a volatile temper, yet his heart was remarkably pure. Adopted as a child by a mysterious benefactor—whom none knew was actually the Technoking himself—Erif had grown up with a fierce sense of justice. His best friend, Donald, was his polar opposite.
Donald was the wealthiest man in the country, a lover of the earth who preferred the quiet company of his plant care observatory to the noise of the boardroom. Despite his billions, Donald's true joy was his underground garage, a sanctuary filled with rare rocks and every invention imaginable.
Across the city, in the high-tech towers of the Space Sky Research Centre (SSRC), a scientist named Tom peered through a telescope. Tom was a man of logic and stars, a brilliant mind who sought to map the heavens. He was kind, though a shadow of influence from the Evil Supreme God had already begun to brush against his subconscious, waiting for a moment of weakness.
Near the coast, Robert dove into the crystalline waters of the Technopian sea. He was a man obsessed with marine life, a researcher who felt more at home among the coral than among people. Despite his brilliance, Robert struggled with a deep sense of inadequacy, often feeling like a "waste" compared to the high-achieving heroes around him—a vulnerability the darkness would eventually exploit.
Finally, there was Micheal, who lived a life of rustic simplicity on the outskirts of the city. On his one acre of land, thirty windmills turned lazily in the breeze. Micheal was a creative genius, a man who used his own limited finances to invent new ways to harness the wind to help the poor. He was the breath of fresh air the group would desperately need.
These five—the angry judge, the wealthy naturalist, the brilliant scientist, the soulful researcher, and the creative dreamer—were the five friends the universe depended on. They did not yet know of the Supirio Blade, the Great Titans, or the wars to come. They only knew that Technopia was their home, and they would do anything to protect it.
The Supreme God watched them from his celestial throne, his strength fading. "The time has come," he whispered, his voice echoing through the stars. "The elements must find their new masters."
The fight for the universe was about to begin.