Prologue
During the first Apocalypse, the Guardians had fought for their freedom for nearly one hundred years until the Immortals Race was quelled into the blackness of the Southern Wasteland. The mortal Guardians (who became widely known as great warriors) established an loosely tied empire from the rubble of a fallen Earth that reached the borders of the Silver Plains in the north to the grand cities of Deos, in the south. The new nations, including Light, the empire of the Guardians, that had been formed could finally exist in peace when the only evil the world of Avel had ever known had been vanquished into the darkness of the eternal night...
Or so they thought...
Four hundred years later the world began slipping into the evil clutches of the Immortal Race once again. Their ultimate power to control the minds and bodies of other peoples made them a terrifying horror. As they gradually began to once again spread their demonic nation across the continent, the world was only doomed to feel their wrath at one point or another...
An Empire will fall and the second Apocalypse shall declare itself the force to do away with the mortal kingdoms, once and for all.
We open our story in Madrid, a small city named after a long-destroy metropolis, located on the narrow stretch of Deos bordering the outer forests of the Wastelands. In the modern time, medieval and modern architecture have combined in contemporary style. Pedestrians walked along narrow streets made of large, flat stones among massive cobblestone buildings while massive loads of materials for transport traveled a more modern route, underground in massive transport pipes of carts destined for pre-programmed locations throughout Avel.
I was not born here, but this was once the city I called my home. A beautiful piece of art in the heart of a formerly war-torn world. A fine gem in the ashes of a burnt out fire. My God, paradise is now lost.