Hell Fire!!
Garagz!!
Gwarp!!
The sounds of clashing magic and the screams of Crenia Academy students echoed through the air.
This world is no ordinary world.
A world shrouded in magic, curses, and powers that defy reason.
It all began 3,500 years ago, during the Year of Miwa, when a devastating war erupted.
A war that didn't just involve one world—but multiple dimensions, countless races, and powers beyond the comprehension of ordinary humans.
Khayangan – the realm of gods and goddesses, who descended to the battlefield to punish all they deemed unworthy.
Kaihros – a forest of death filled with savage, bloodthirsty monsters.
Mortis – the infernal kingdom where Demon Kings reside, devouring worlds with their cruelty.
Cyvier – the land of shadows, where vampires lurk in darkness and hunt in silence.
And humans—weak, fragile, yet always dragged into the tide of destruction,
along with many other beings and races too numerous to describe.
Beyond Khayangan, God and the Angels safeguard the fate of the world, hidden behind the eternal veil of the sky.
But this war was not just about power.
Amidst the chaos lies something far darker:
Oxlone – the Primordial Force of Beginning and End, capable of shaping the world... or annihilating it in an instant.
Demon Kings, gods, monsters—even humans—all yearned for that power.
Crenia Academy was founded in the midst of a fragile peace—a place of training and preparation for the inevitable.
And among its hundreds of students,
There is one...
Someone who was never meant to be involved...
Yet fate... leaves no choice...
And now, the story moves into the present...
The chirping of birds echoed through the slightly misted glass window. In the distance, the sound of hurried footsteps and the lively chatter of new students filled the main courtyard of Crenia Academy-a place where young magic users from all corners of the world gathered to learn.
My name is Free. I have no family name.
Since losing my memories, I've lived alone.
But... ever since I was accepted into Crenia Academy, I've had this strange feeling-
that maybe, just maybe, my loneliness might finally come to an end.
"Free! Where have you been? Class is about to start!"
A voice called out from afar. I turned and saw a figure with messy orange hair running toward me.
"Sorry, sorry!" I shouted quickly.
That was Gil-the first friend I made in this place.
"What were you doing just now?" he asked, a little annoyed.
"Nothing... just taking in the first-day atmosphere," I answered gently.
"That's it? Huh, you really are weird," Gil sighed.
I asked him what the first class would be, and he told me it was Magic Practice.
We walked together toward the training field.
"I don't get it. It's our first day and we're jumping straight into practice?" Gil looked a little confused and annoyed.
"That's... strange, huh?" I asked innocently.
"Seriously? We're supposed to have introductions first, not jump straight into magic practice!" Gil explained.
I simply nodded. Gil shrugged and muttered, "Ugh... I knew it, you really are strange."
In the training field, a muscular man stood tall before the students. His voice boomed across the grounds.
"My name is Boger gä Pòlen. Today marks your first class. It might sound unusual to start with practical training, but you must understand-after the great war in the past, this world is still unstable. That's why real combat training is mandatory. Today, I and Instructor Zen will be overseeing your magic practice."
I turned to Gil. "Hey, Gil... what was that war called?"
"The Final War," he answered seriously. "It happened 3,500 years ago, in the Year of Miwa. A war that involved nearly every race in pursuit of a powerful force."
"What kind of power? And why is it called the Final War?" I asked curiously.
A calm voice replied from beside us,
"Information about that power is classified by the Kingdom. But the war recorded the highest number of casualties in history. Some races even went extinct. That's why it's called the 'Final War'."
Gil and I turned simultaneously. "You...?"
"My name is Seria vi Keyras," she replied briefly.
Gil's face paled. "Keyras...? Are you the daughter of Grohen vi Keyras?"
Seria nodded. "Of course."
I raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
Gil turned to me, shocked. "Seriously, you don't know? The Keyras family is one of the Kingdom's military leaders. Their ancestors fought in the Final War."
"Oh, I see... My name's Free. Just an ordinary student."
"My name-"
"You're Gil dù Vänsbor, right?" Seria cut him off.
"E-Eh? How'd you know?"
Seria gave a faint smile. "Your family is well-known in the field of alchemy."
I chuckled. "Turns out you're pretty important, Gil..."
"Ah, that's just my family. I'm not as amazing as they are."
Another man with gray hair stood beside Boger. He introduced himself in a calm but firm voice.
"I'm Instructor Zen. We'll begin with basic magic practice. Does anyone know what magic is?"
A student raised their hand.
"Magic is the power to do the impossible."
Zen nodded. "Correct. Magic helps us achieve things that can't be done with ordinary strength."
I narrowed my eyes, trying to grasp the concept.
Gil nudged me. "That's Hedra brì Jurga. Crown prince of the Jurga Kingdom."
"Prince!? Seems like there are a lot of unique students here," I whispered.
Seria murmured, "We're all fated to meet..."
"Well... I guess you're right, hehe," I replied with a small smile.
"Alright, let's begin."
Boger raised his voice. "Your target is that Gemma Stone."
I recognized the stone-a remnant formed from the lingering power of the Final War.
"Ohh, Gemma Stone... those contain energy from the past, right?"
"Everyone knows that," Seria said sharply. "Basic knowledge."
"Well..." I couldn't argue-she was right.
Gil patted my shoulder. "Don't worry. You'll do great."
I looked at him. You really are my friend, Gil...
Students began being called up one by one. Several displayed impressive magical skills.
I whispered quietly, "They're all amazing... There's no way I can match that."
"Gil dù Vänsbor!" Zen called out loudly.
"My turn. Wish me luck!" Gil stepped forward.
"Good luck!" I shouted.
Gil raised his hand, aiming at the Gemma Stone. "Rock Holder!"
A giant hand made of stone rose from the ground and smashed the stone to pieces.
Seria nodded. "Not bad. For an alchemist, his power is quite strong."
Gil scratched his head. "That was really bad though..."
I gulped. That was bad!? Hahaha... Maybe I ended up in the wrong class...
"Free!" Boger called out.
I took a deep breath. "My turn. See you soon."
"Give it your best!" Gil shouted from behind.
I stepped forward, my legs trembling slightly. Just as I was about to begin...
A strange voice echoed.
"Huh..."
The space around me felt empty.