Chapter 1: Prologue – The Reign of Pharoa

  > Once upon a time Before the world was broken, it was ruled by a man who was more than a king—he was a god in human form. His name was Sudo Greyroa, and his reign was known as the Reign of Pharoa.”

  Long ago, when the world was still whole, a great beast known as Gradel soared across the skies and shook the earth with its voice. It was said to be the living soul of the world itself—untamed, ancient, and eternal. For centuries, it ruled not through dominion, but by power alone, answering to no king, no god.

  But when Gradel’s body was destroyed in a forgotten war, its soul did not rest. Instead, it wandered across the lands, searching… waiting… for a worthy bearer. A heart strong enough to carry its power. A mind steady enough to wield its rage.

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  It found Sudo Greyroa, a warrior not of noble blood, but of unshakable will. Gradel chose him, and in that moment, man became more than man. Kingdom after kingdom fell before him—not in hatred, but in awe. Sudo brought peace through strength, unity through power. The world bent to his will, and for a time, the earth knew order.

  But not all welcomed peace.

  Among his most trusted stood a servant—his strongest, wisest, and darkest. Envy bloomed in the servant’s heart, poisoned by whispers and pride. He feared Sudo's reign, and spread a lie: that the Pharoa sought to become a god and enslave mankind.

  The Seven Kings of the Seven Kingdoms, long silent, rose in terror. Together with the betrayer, they forged an alliance and struck down the bearer of the beast.

  In the final battle, the skies wept thunder. Mountains split. Seas boiled. Sudo Greyroa fell—but could not be destroyed. His body was split into three sacred relics, scattered across the continents. His throne—the symbol of divine rule—was lost to time, hidden to protect the world from itself.

  Now, 1,600 years have passed.

  The Reign of Pharoa is a memory buried under stone and fear. The world is divided, corrupt, ruled by false kings. And the soul of Gradel still roams, watching… waiting…

  …for the next bearer.

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