Prologue
What should have been another dull day in the Alveron Plains turned out to be the determining factor for the survival of the world of Ether. Located on the south-western part of the Continent of Vertis, the Alveron Plains served both as a border and a convenient frontier for war between the Human Federation and the Beastmen Tribes.
For the past few years, tensions ran high between the two dominant nations in the Continent of Vertis. Both nations seeked dominancy over the entire continent, but with the appearance of the "Dungeon of Quindecim", which held limitless wealth beyond mortal comprehension, at the middle of Alveron Plains, any and all friendly relations between the two nations broke down. War broke out between the two nations—and now, all six races of Ether are on their last legs . . . wagered simply on the off-chance of being able to conquer the Dungeon and its untold wealth.
And thus, is the present state of events in the world of Ether—where all the known Races are wagering war over one another on the Alveron Plains, allied with either the armies of Humanity or the Beastmen Tribes.
Lightning dangerously ruptured the bleak sky a distance away. Shrill, blood-curdling screams erupted throughout the battlefield under the churning skies. A nauseating waft of blood and death emanated from the thousand corpses piling on the sludgy ground.
It was only a matter of time before each of the Races finished each other, destryoying every sign of civilization the Races have left on Ether one after another. Once the the Battle of Alveron Plains concludes, the last legs of both the Beastmen and the Human Races will collapse. Roits and rebellions would plague the human country, while the Beastmen tribes would turn against one another. The conclusion of the battle would spell the end for both supowerpowers and thus, the Races of Ether would then completely wipe each other out—ultimately reducing the world into a desolated and lifeless planet.
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But that is, if all Races of Ether participated in the War.
With the appearance of the Dungeon of Quindecim, a new Race was introduced. A Race which was known to only be bounded in the confines of Quindecim. The Demon Race.
But, contrary to popular belief, the monsters inside the Dungeon could exit the Dungeon. The reason they don’t, is because of the grand plan orchestrated by the ‘Dungeon Master’.
Make the Races wipe each other out, thus letting the Demon Race rule the world of Ether freely. The Gods have used up their remaining strength gambling on their final chess piece with hopes that it'll listen to their orders like any ordinary goody two shoes.
Underneath the bloodied battlefield, a cold, calculated voice called out, “Tell Scythrax that Operation Genesis is a go. Let them run wild and free.”
In response to her Master’s voice, a beauty with the grace of a regal princess nodded and curtsied respectively. Heading out of the chamber akin to a throne room, the being was left alone in the huge chamber.
Its seemingly bored atmosphere was broken when it gave a small smirk. Then a cold laugh resounded throughout the chamber. “As if I would let myself be a play-toy to the gods. I’ve had enough in my old life. I will not let my life slip out of my control and let others control me. Never again.”
The being reverted once again to its cold, apathetic self and smiled mischievously. “Never again.”
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