It happened in a distant time, when chaos and darkness ruled the world. Spending a day without risking your life was unimaginable, every single hour was a fight against evil.

The continent was one, surrounded by a few small, insignificant islands. The north, ruled by the Morris, was in constant war, embers and blood painting their lands. The south, a desert where death found its prey, a place where the Kemonos hid from human terror. There was no place without the smell of battle, neither the west nor the east. Arcave was at constant war, respite was only a distant dream, a fairy tale told by the naive ones traveling between destroyed cities. Survival against others was a challenge. Strength, power and might; all was required to deserve a few more seconds in this pitiful life. There was no king, no ruler. There were only ignorant and foolish people, believing themselves worthy to take the banner of a nation and leading it to a glorious and bright future. Hope was the only ray of light shining in the dusty sky, while the earth was lit by flames. Everyone was reaching out for a better future, from their bodies flowed blood, their own or their enemies'. Defeat and kill: that was the only way forward. There was no room for weakness, none for tenderness. There was nothing else, during those times, but the fight for one's life. Grabbing your sword, bending your bow or charging your body with power; there was no other way.

But all that changed after hundreds of years of war.

It would never go away, they knew that very well; but at last Arcave was stable. The north was getting rid of its blood colors, the south was seeing its desert being built by villages and castles. The world was finally letting the light of Arasol shine on them, the time of darkness and coldness was over. This was due to the 5 Kings of Arcave. The end of the people of Esrae had provoked the spirit of some fighters and they had risen. They had marched. They had conquered.

Yes, they had conquered the hearts of Men.

The Kemonos, the Morris or the Aphros had no word against these new Kings. They were the ray of light that Arcave needed. Strong, powerful, enlightened leaders. Each of them took a part of the world: Racam, the Star Breaker, took the north. Seranoph, the Blade of the Gods, took the south, the only one willing to lead the Kemonos. Camael, the Dark Monarch, took the west. Seleana, the Source of Nothingness, ruled the East. And finally, Magnus, the Wings of Cosmos, took the middle. These five were the Kings of this world. It was under their guidance that the people of Arcave finally experienced peace, after so much death, destruction and inhumanity. They were not perfect; far from it. However, having kings at last was enough to finally bring respite to Arcave. A group of nine people, all high level Angels, were called and sent to Arcave to protect this peace. They were named the "9 Constellations" and were greeted with applause and tears of joy. Step by step, the world was recovering from its old wounds and the bright future that people wished for was revealed before their eyes.

But war never goes away and always returns silently.

It took only a few years of peace for the fighting to resume. The 9 Constellations, led by the Orderangel Kinäel, rebelled. Power was their only motivation, but the flame in their eyes was immortal. They seized cities with disturbing ease and their path was painted with blood and abominations. There were only ten of them, but their strength approached that of the Gods. When the sky had finally shown its bright colors, the red of flames, blood and war spread again in the clouds, in the horizon, in the stars. The sky was on fire and the times of war, famine and misfortune began again.

But the Kings did not accept such a future.

All five possessed mighty Powers to be feared. They rose from their thrones and advanced into battle. The 9 Constellations and the Orderangel Kinäel had split across the continent, taking over cities at an alarming rate. There was no Man, no Kemono, no Morri capable of inflicting the slightest injury on them...

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Except for those at the top, the Kings of Arcave.

They encouraged the troops and faced the Constellations. The Orderangel Kinäel seemed to have abandoned them, but they were still more numerous and powerful, so how could mere mortals beat them?

It was Seranoph, the Blade of the Gods, who led the way first. With her huge gray sword, she defeated and killed Lizhu, the Shining Constellation of Pearls. It was a fierce battle, from their arena flowed gallons of blood of enemies and allies. The other four Kings heard her feat and their courage increased tenfold. Their power was more impressive than ever and finally the final act of this war began.

But the courage of one could be the strength of the other.

The Kings succeeded in defeating some of the Constellations, but Beidou and Tianjin, the Constellations of the Rainy North and the Swan of the Nebulas, killed Camael. The fighting continued, no respite was allowed. The Constellations were defeated one by one, but the Kings fell as well. Only Magnus was left when the war ended...

But when the rain stops, then comes the storm.

The Orderangel Kinäel, who had run away from his post, returned to finish the job. Magnus fought with all his remaining strength, but he was too tired, too injured, too... weak. He was killed and hope was gone... Arcave would be ruled by the Orderangel and humanity would disappear. The Kemonos would be enslaved and the Morris exterminated. This was the future that lay before them...

However, one last shred of hope appeared.

The daughter of Seléana advanced towards the Orderangel, a few days after the death of the last King. Her name was Agnielle, the Renegade of the Universe. Just as Arcave was about to be under the command of such a monster, she appeared and asked him to fight. Kinäel agreed and both of them raised their weapons, charging their bodies with their Power.

The fight lasted for hours. Such a sight could only be immortal in the souls.

Agnielle was their last chance, but Kinäel was far too powerful. She may have been a ray of hope, but the Orderangel was a black sun of despair. Their fight was one of the most magnificent...

But there would be no victor.

Agnielle used the rest of her strength to kill him, but in her act of courage, she pierced herself and gave up her own life. Kinäel was finally defeated, but before returning to dust, he attacked one last time the world he had wished to rule...

And with his fist of steel, he shattered the entire continent. The earth shook, the world cracked under their feet and Arcave screamed in pain. It was the apocalypse, but it didn't last long. The continent, under the last attack of the Orderangel, broke apart.

The north was separated from the others; the south, the west, the east, and the middle, likewise.

Once a united continent, now five lands separated. The bodies of Agnielle and Kinäel, one of the proofs of this raging war, disappeared into the bowels of the earth and were never found.

However, a legend remained with time. A tale that many consider to be for children, but perhaps it is the truth. The bodies of these two fighters, piled on top of each other, would have given birth to forbidden blood. That of an Orderangel mixed with that of a Noble Human, dried by the passing of time. To collect it, warm it and drink it would give a power that would surpass the Gods themselves. Such power that ruling Arcave would be a breeze.

This is what we call "Lana".

No one has ever found this body, but there are still madmen seeking power, roaming Arcave in search of this sacred substance. Who knows what will happen if the legend proves to be true and someone finds the bodies of these two fighters?

I am sure that one day someone will find the Lana.

But who deserves it?