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… In the world of Altaris, there coexists races of all kinds and faces.
The pure humans Aidenians, The scale-skinned Seafolk, The fur-skinned Beastmen, and many more. They developed a civilization that flourishes even when gigantic dragons and giants come to try and tear their foundations. And they too come to realize the joy of living alongside other used-to-be monsters… until the calendar reached its annex, Year 100 Post Decimatio.
Flowers that should've prospered in summer, flounder, and wither to ashes as it spreads their decaying seed to any passer-by, making them agitated to every living being by no means of curing it.
Cities that were bustling with chatter and laughter, barricades all means of entering and exiting of the rampaging beasts that do not discriminate even of their own.
And what was once people… is the very source of all this chaos that has continued until today, and none is in the know about how to stop this anomaly.
It turns out that according to accomplices of these former people, is that they have appearances of unnatural Greys even though their acquaintances all appear with golden hair or blue eyes.
To some degree, mages discovered from afar that the aura surrounding them is like a deep black fog, similar to the concept of the Void that is theorized in some ancient ruins before the world of Altaris came to be, and it is the parallel of Mortal and Spirit realm. And so, many individuals with power searched for ways how to send these 'Blights' back to the void.
When you hear the word 'Hero', what is, your definition of it?
A Knight riding a horse, coming to save the Princess from Dracula? Even though he slew harmless creatures that the Kingdom deeds as harmful?
A Soldier gunning down the opposing forces for the sake of their country, but mostly their family? Even though they used to be neighboring countries, laughing at the days off?
A Pastor who keeps the Homeless from entering their Holy places, keeping the insides sanitary? Even though they're just a tick away from freezing to death?
Its definition can't be put into a word and if it does, it's a matter of perspective. Everything is, including the Monsters that'll shank some of the grunt forces of the Hero's groups.
Then, how do you define the word 'Villain'?
A Dracula who kidnapped the Princess from the Kingdom, having his head wanted dead or alive? Even though it's only a matter of time before she is to be usurped by her acquaintances for the throne?
A Politician who bribes his way for democracy, not caring whether he's deemed unjust by society? Even though he does so to execute his plan of wiping out the cartels that lived in his homeland since he was born?
A Serial Killer who is still in the wild, making pools of blood drips on scenes of the event? Even though he's making sure that rapists, blackmailers, and abusers alike for when he's roaming the world?
Nothing is black and white, there will always be a middle bridging the two, the 'Gray Point'
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What you see as Justice, may be either Righteousness or Wrongdoing by others.
It is all, A Matter of Perspective.
Supposedly, a 'Hero' is born when a 'Blight' happens to be in this world, a soul that is gifted by the Grand Spirits, Gifts of Life/Life's Gifts.
From the moment they were birthed, they understand words that are spoken by their parents, walk up straight while being less than 3, and speak wise words that aren't to come out of a kid's mouth.
These are the 'most' gifts that are gifted to souls chosen to undergo journeys of their own, as many more are unbounded by the same set of gifts each annex of the age they live in. Though, what people didn't acknowledge, is that these apply to both.
Countries across the world ceased all conflict and decided to cooperate as they survey hidden talents scattered across the world. In the process, the Kings and Queens of each respective country are involved in this matter. And then came to be what will be the main force to rebel against this anomaly alongside the Heroes and that is, the Crown's Aides.
Consisting of veterans, heroes included, who've warred monolithic dragons by solo, they recruited and trained many potentials for the battle they all will face.
Slaves, Adventurers, Mercenaries, and people who are gifted with 'Skills' by the Spirits and are proficient in combat are most welcome, and they care not to discriminate in these uncertain times.
And even though they're successful at sending the first 'Blight' to the void, in the end, that is only the first of the many that will come to this day.
[1.400 P.D.]
*ROAR!!*
In a distant plain obscured by deep black miasma, above the floating lands of Omron, is heard the deafening roar of a monster unparalleled by even the Grand Spirits that watches over the world, and currently ensues a clash of two battling sides: scarred Men in armored suits, and beastly Monsters covered with blood.
*Boom-boom-boom!*
In the dozen, even with the superior prowess of their technological and physical firepower, these Men are outnumbered by the ravaging Monsters who keep on trying to claw their way into their insides by the hundreds, stripping away each plate of manpower they had.
Their party is the tip of the spear for this ongoing raid they had for months, and the onslaught just keeps on getting busier for both sides.
Hero: "Just a little longer, and the Crown's Aides'll be here!". Screamed the hurting Hero in his yellow-lit carbon armor custom-made for the dangers of all encounters which involve rampaging monsters. "Make sure to close your lid (helmet) off with the liquid-spewing chums in the vicinity!". He instructs his group as they keep shooting and slashing all these foul creatures.
Hero:`Fucker, just when the Medics and Magemasters get to be with the pile!`. The Hero thought as he holds in the anger of his former comrades, dead and not.
Enraptured, they are living beings like humans or monsters and even spirits that were bewitched by the Enblightened's aura, evident by the place they're holding at.
All remnants of what they used to be, whether it be a loving father or a caring mother, won't matter when they are to be trapped in this state until it is done away.
Their face always displays their eyes at their widest, not to mention the sadism that'd come after the butchering.
Physics boosted, pain receptors turned off, and no care givens even with their own, making them some of the worst epidemics of all time, with Monsters Stampede ranking the second.
*BRT-BRRRT!!*
A barrage of sonic-speed bullets just sends the overwhelming foes from the Hero's groups now, and something big just flew over them, to everyone's delight it is the cavalry they'd been waiting for.
Hero: "Finally, some damned good luck of ours! Everyone, Move Up!"
The aircraft is sending the swarming Enraptured away with its wide-reaching thruster, and the doors of both sides open up with a big surprise, namely mounted mini-flaks.
Commander: "Men, WEAPONS FREE!!"
*BOOM-BOOM-BOOM*
Splashes of meat and drops of blood and circuits fly in all directions, as the heroes are clearing their path while ascending atop the hill.
As the aircraft touches down, they all line up with the two prominent figures facing each other: the Chosen Hero as he images his clans of the Eagles, and the Made Hero as he images himself of the Crown's Aides.
Commander: "Still up for the last push, brother?"
They both shake hands, with the Hero trembling his from the accumulated pain of the battle.
Hero: "Nah, think the Crown's Aides'll be the front this time. Can you do it?". He is assisted by the shoulder to get inside.
Commander: "If you say it like that, better not fizzle out from the drinks after this last straw, eh?". Some 'light-hearted' pats on the back of the Hero make him grunt a bit.
Hero: "Bugger, it snuffing pains all over, Big Rig!". They have to own selves some 'best buds' exchanges of banters.
The joint forces of the Hero's party who is sufficient enough for the journey stay inside while the fatally injured are sent inside the ship to be brought away off-site.
Using Healing magic that brushes mild injuries, the team on site is now a little more motivated to put up with this nightmare.
Commander: "Alright, time to go, Chosen Hero. Take care on the way!". The both of them exchange one last word with each other.
Hero: "Ngh. Give 'em your best, Made Hero!". They shake hands once again, before the Commander and the rest leave the aircraft.
They all follow him, away from its takeoff and the oncoming thrusters jetting blue fires.
*FWOOM*
And now that he's gone, it is time to continue where the Hero left off the progress they made.
Commander: "MEN! ONWARDS!"
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