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"The greatest battles are not fought with weapons, but with the forces that shape the world.

 When power transcends mortality, the question is no longer who will win — but what price will be paid for the victory."

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Chapter 0: The Clash and Origins

A throne of purplish mist loomed in the emptiness of space, a silent observer to the turmoil of the universe. Eight planets spun around it like marbles orbiting a forgotten god. Slowly, the vision zoomed, narrowing in on Earth — a world alive with conflict.

A Clash Beyond Mortal Limits

The island was isolated, hidden by dense forests and a towering mountain that seemed to touch the heavens. Hovering above it, the Wanderer faced the Demon Lord of Earth, whose silhouette loomed menacingly in the distance. His dark figure summoned monstrous beasts, the shrieks of which filled the air. They charged toward her, claws outstretched.

But then, something shifted.

Her aura pulsed, radiating divine energy that poured into her, burning through her veins like fire and ice. The Light Goddess had chosen her.

The pain was excruciating, but the power — oh, the power was beyond anything she had ever felt. Her body quaked, reshaping under the Goddess's influence, every cell stretching to accommodate the divine energy. She could feel her skin burning and her very soul shivering under its weight.

The battle began.

The Wanderer unleashed the full force of her fury, obliterating the beasts with a storm of blinding light. Trees snapped in half, entire trunks cleaved as her blade cut through the forest like a scythe. The once-vibrant woods turned into a battlefield of destruction, as the earth beneath them trembled with every strike.

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The clash between the Wanderer and the Demon Lord shattered the very ground beneath them. Their swords collided with deafening force, creating a shower of sparks that lit up the night. The mountain groaned beneath the chaos, crumbling as their battle raged on. With a single stroke, the Wanderer's blade cleaved the mountain into three uneven sections, sending debris raining down like an avalanche.

As the fight ascended into the sky, the force of their movements tore through the ocean below, sending waves crashing like giant walls. Their blades struck again and again, sending shockwaves across the sea, as if the world itself were breaking apart.

But the Demon Lord wasn't done. With a roar, his blade grew to monstrous proportions. The ground cracked as he prepared for a final, devastating strike.

Her body screamed in protest as the divine energy overwhelmed her. Cracks splintered her skin, blood seeped from her mouth, and her left eye glowed with intense light. She could barely stand, yet the world needed her. She couldn't stop now.

A thought nagged at the back of her mind — What if the Goddess wanted more than just victory? What if this power wasn't meant to save the world, but to reshape it entirely?

The Wanderer Rises

Through the dust and rubble, the Wanderer rose. Light seeped from her wounds, her body now a vessel of overwhelming energy. Her left eye burst open, golden particles pouring from the socket as her heart pulsed with radiant power. It felt like she was beyond human limits.

Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she raised her hand toward the heavens. A circle of pure light formed, searing the air. The blast shot forward, a beam of divine fury aimed directly at the Demon Lord. He barely managed to deflect it, the beam splitting as it tore through the sky, disappearing into the heavens.

"Not enough," she whispered, voice soft yet resolute.

With a renewed surge of power, the Wanderer pushed forward, forcing the Demon Lord to retreat. But the devastation she had unleashed had unforeseen consequences. The world trembled, mana swirling violently, and monstrous magic beasts began to emerge from the shadows. Strange figures also appeared — guild members who had witnessed the chaos.

"Lia, STOP!" A voice rang out from the shadows, its owner stepping into the light. His face was familiar, but his eyes — full of terror — were not. "You're about to destroy everything!"

Lia turned to face him, her blood-drenched form radiating divine energy. Her left eye glowed fiercely, matching the panicked stares of the guild members who had come to stop her.

The Origins of Magic

The air was heavy with silence as the chaos settled. Then, a voice broke through, ancient and knowing.

"As the chaos unfolded, the true story of this world began long before..."

1 million years earlier.

Deep beneath the Earth's crust, a colossal dark-purple crystal lay dormant, its power waiting. The collision of tectonic plates triggered its eruption, and a massive shard — the size of a mountain — surfaced, pulsing with dark energy.

It radiated a sinister mist that spread across the world. Anyone who came in contact with it collapsed, writhing in pain. Yet, when they awoke, something had changed. Strength, speed, and elemental powers flowed through them, reshaping humanity.

Magic Emerges

Over centuries, humanity adapted to these newfound powers, calling them magic. Entire civilizations evolved around its use. People controlled fire with their hands, bent the wind to their will, and even called down lightning from the heavens.

Guilds formed around those with high magical affinity, while armies protected the powerless. But magic came with a price.

Beasts of unimaginable power roamed the world, fueled by the same mana that birthed the magical abilities in humans. Kingdoms fractured, alliances formed, and an academy was established to study and control the magic.

But in the depths of wild dungeons, a growing threat emerged. Dark energy pulsed beneath the Earth's surface, and from the shadows, the Demon Lord of Earth rose, his blood-red eyes gleaming with malice.

The Demon Lord's smile twisted with sinister intent. This battle was not just about defeating the Wanderer — it was part of a much larger scheme, one that could unravel the very fabric of their world.

Ending Narration

As the dust finally settled, monstrous roars echoed in the distance. Magic had been unleashed upon the world, and there was no turning back. What had they awakened? And who were the guild members who had stepped into the fray to stop the Wanderer?

Chapter End

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