Prologue

Earth. Once a realtively peaceful place, a few wars here and there but all countries and their subjects have diferences. One day however, it all came to an end. 

Fire and brimstone rained from the heavens as the earth ruptured and the oceans wept. Continents split and the air itself seemed to hum with unknown energies. Qi and mana swept the planet bathing everything in it's presence, changing it. Animals and people alike wept tears of blood as plants withered and dried attempting to accomadate this new force. Scant few remained, the ones able to harness this new energy. Thus it was named, The Purge. The weak dead and the strong alive. Survival of the fittest. A fitting term for the humans grim future.

Time waited for no man as former animals and plants became the first monsters, leaving mankind no room to grieve as they sunk their new steel-like claws into tender flesh. In the chaos man had lost its strongest weapons, a wonder in itself that mana and qi negated the nuclear winter that should have occured. 

On the run, outnumbered due to higher breeding rates and outgunned, humanity was on it's last legs. And so they did what everyone did when desperate. They prayed, for that slight hope, that something was listening and would help, was all that kept them going. But none of their false gods came. Instead, The Mother came. 

Although long since forgotten by her own children, she had not forgotten them. Nor would she forsake them, as they did her. Using what scant power she had remaining after aeons of existence, she bound the continents together once more, recreating Pangea. The origin. The first home. The first landmass.

This by itself was a great boon to mankind, allowing them to stand united. But she did even more as the blood of her children drowned the lands and her tears flooded the starry skys. This was not the only world she had created, but it was the only one with hope left. The others dying or dead, their people on their last legs, she created one last miracle as she brought them together. Here, on Earth. On Pangea.

And so they fought. Fighting for one last hope, together on Earth with the humans as The Mother entered a slumber that may never end. Soon with their joint force and knowledge they beat back the monsters, old and new and established peace.

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However, all good things must come to an end.

Without the watchful eye of The Mother. Human greed, like a weed spread throughout the continent. It started slow at first, like many things do. But eventually it twisted and corrupted their kingdom. The flames of war were lit, and they would burn fiercly.

The humans, were undoubtedly the strongest race. They were average in everything as a species, meaning no glaring weaknesses. They had the most balanced mindset, the species as a whole neither leaning too much into the light, or the dark. They were equally capable to either help an orphan or leave it crippled and bleeding in the streets. They had lifespans as short as the beastmen, but without the hot-headed bloodthirst that acommpanied them, which spurred them to make the most of their lives. They were not limited by bloodline, meaning all humans had the potential for something great. They were innovative, adaptable, and their survivability was through the roof. They even bred as fast as the beastmen. But that was not the worst of it. They were the race, that could most easily break their own limits. And it terrified everyone.

When war came, the species of lore came with honour, armor, and a trusty blade. The humans prior to this, finally had some time to themselves, played with mana. And so they came with mechanized death upon the battlefield, the races too stuck in their ways, too stubborn or too slow had never even managed to come up with even an idea that could create the hell before them. Even when they fought one on one, those they fought were High Humans, enhanced during the fetal stage. The first and last of their kind. But king among the Earth.

Through great sacrifice and even alliances with monsters, they managed to win. Human blood soaked the earth once more as the first children of The Mother were left either dead, enslaved or hiding. The ones they couldn't kill, locked in cages of adamantium and mythril, left to rot for eternity.

And that, is where we are today. Ten thousand years later. The humans are all but gone. Mere bedtime stories or tales to make children behave. But soon enough, they will return. Whether it is their blood or the blood of lore that soaks the earth once more, only time will tell.

Sorry if you are interested in this story, it has come to my attention I'm not really thinking this through.

So, I'm going back to the drawing board until I come up with a storyline/plan I'm happy with and a better writing style. It may just be I manage to accomplish what I set out to do with this story or that I start another one.

My bad.