In the vastness of the universe, a deafening explosion shattered the silence—a sound so powerful it tore through space and time itself. It was the Big Bang, the very origin of all things. From that cosmic eruption, countless stars and planets were born, their ashes and energy swirling together in chaos until one brilliant blue planet emerged: Earth.
On this land, the first ancestors of humankind awakened seven elemental forces—Metal, Nature, Control, Wisdom, Strength, Time, and Darkness.
With humanity's rise came the birth of two of the most powerful weapons the world would ever know. The first, the "Blade of Sky", symbolized life itself and held the power to grant immortality. The second, the "Bloodthirsty Scythe", embodied death and could manipulate the human mind. Because of their overwhelming power, humanity set a sacred decree: no one was allowed to wield them. These weapons were not merely instruments of force—they were symbols of peace, to be used only in moments of absolute crisis.
But peace is always fragile.
Those born with the Dark element—later known as the Dark Clan—grew greedy. They sought to steal both weapons and enslave all of mankind. Their plot was nearly successful—until one man stood in their way. His name was Yue Feng, the greatest warrior of his time. He alone challenged the Dark Clan.
Though valiant, Yue Feng was outnumbered. In the heat of battle, the Dark Clan's chief managed to seize the Bloodthirsty Scythe and fled before reinforcements could arrive. Fortunately, Yue Feng protected the Blade of Sky, keeping it from falling into enemy hands.
From that moment on, humanity was split in two:
The Dark Clan, bearers of the darkness.
The Lightborn, all others who stood against them.
After the Dark Clan vanished into the shadows, peace seemingly returned. Centuries passed. But on a fateful night five hundred years later, the darkness returned.
The Dark Lord appeared, wielding a weapon eerily similar to the Bloodthirsty Scythe. With him came a vast army of darkness. Their goal: to steal the Blade of Sky once and for all.
The attack was swift and brutal. The Lightborn were caught unprepared. Countless lives were lost in the initial onslaught. When the Lightborn finally regrouped, it was already too late—many had perished, and the rest were gravely wounded.
Still, they stood and fought.
From sunrise to twilight, the battle raged on. The Dark Clan finally retreated—leaving behind only the Dark Lord, who clashed with Yue Feng in a legendary duel.
The two battled for three days and three nights.
In the end, Yue Feng emerged victorious. The war came to a halt, but at a terrible cost. The Lightborn were left broken and bleeding. Many of their warriors had perished, their powers drained.
You see, the Dark Clan's power was not just lethal—it was corrupting. If even a trace of dark energy entered the bloodstream, it would invade the heart and kill its host. The survivors could do nothing but reproduce, hoping their descendants would one day rise again.
But with each generation, humanity changed. The elemental powers faded. Lifespans grew shorter. The Lightborn became... ordinary humans.
And yet, the Dark Clan still lives, hidden among us, waiting.
As for the Blade of Sky and the Bloodthirsty Scythe—no one knows where they are now.
No one…
Except him.