Prologue

Fame, glory, accolades - those are the things that matters the most in this age of war. It is the thousandth year when this never ending war began at the death of the First Emperor Styx. The truth behind the death remained a mystery and everyone that was suspected to oppose the vision of the First Emperor were branded as rebels and was exiled while others were executed in a public execution.

Tera, formerly known as Earth - the birth of mankind. Now, the entire galaxy, once was bare and empty are now filled with different lifeforms and all uninhabited planets are now filled with population and has their own cultures within each of them. It truly is a wonder how the once known as the human race was able to adapt and evolve into the perfect being to suit the living requirements in the place they live in.

Every year since the beginning of the war, the first day of the year is considered to be sacred and all activities must be stopped regardless of where you align with. Among all of these people, how many of them still knows the root of the beginning of the war? Do they even know why this war started in the first place? Or was it because of the fact that people forgot about what the war was all about, the battle and deaths are just the norm for all of the people that lived in this period? No one can tell. No one.

In this peaceful day, known as the Birth Date - celebrated during the very first day of a new year, everyone went back to their home to take a rest and mend their wounds from battle. This has been a tradition within the entire galaxy. Everyone follows this tradition, everyone except for one.

Unbeknownst to many, in an isolated area at the ends of Tera, there lived a young man. Although young as he is, he has a tall stature that does not fit his age of 17 but has a scrawny build due to his upbringing in the slums of Tera known as Netherworld. All lower lifeforms were thrown in here by the Inferno while the majority of them happened to be born here. Netherworld is about 15 days of walk from the isolated area where this young man is. His name is Fran, a young man by the age of 17.

"I wonder what could be in here?" the young man talked to himself as he search over the rubbles that are scattered in this barren wasteland in the middle of nowhere.