Six thousand years ago, the gods killed one of their own.
Aetherion, Lord of Light, Sovereign of the Divine Plane known as Aetheris Solarii, was betrayed atop the Astral Spire — struck down not by an enemy, but by his inner circle. Jealous of his radiance. Hungry for his throne.
They pierced his heart with the Spear of Unmaking, and in his final breath, Aetherion released a scream that tore through the fabric of creation. That scream did not fade.
It ripped the realm apart.
Aetheris Solarii collapsed in on itself, birthing a wound in reality — something raw, endless, and alive. That wound became the Bleeding Rift.
It has never stopped bleeding.
Not blood, but entropy. Madness. Grief incarnate.
The Rift poisons the stars and erodes the border between realms. Through it crawl things that should never exist — dream-creatures, god-corpses, sentient plague, impossible silence.
Each time it pulses, it spills into our world — a moment known as the Bleeding Season.
In the beginning, these Seasons came once every few centuries. Then once a generation. Then once a decade.
Now? They come like a drumbeat. Louder. Closer. Faster.
The Rift is waking up.
And humanity, no matter how far it climbs, has nowhere left to run.
Only a few kingdoms still stands strong through it all one of them being The floating citadel-city of Abhokai.
Present day—61st Century of The Rift Era
The sun had not fully broken the horizon when Ethan stood alone on the high balcony of the eastern spire, robes loose around his frame, eyes fixed on the drifting clouds below. Abhokai floated above the stormbelt — a sea of rolling, violet-tinged thunderclouds that stretched beyond sight. Lightning danced lazily in the distance, as if the sky itself were restless.
From this height, the world below looked small. Fragile. Temporary.
He clenched the railing, jaw tight. That hum again. That sensation in his chest — faint pressure, like static behind his ribs. The golden-blue shimmer flickered along his wrist, just once, before fading like a dream.
"No one saw, Good"
Ethan said with a sigh of relief.He was not ready to hounded by the Mana Assessor's
These was a group of scientists that tested people if whether they have awakened depending on the flux of their Mana
Once found,the people were immediately sent to training so they can fight against the monsters of the rifts,Ethan was not ready for all of that just yet so he chose to keep it a secret as soon as he started experiencing changes.He liked his quiet played back life.