Prologue —
The world was not created as a single land.
It was never a simple map to be folded, nor a history confined to one kingdom or one age.
It was far greater than that.
Continents stretched like independent worlds, separated not by oceans measured in miles, but by distances of time itself. Above them hung a sky ruled not by one moon, but by seven—seven silent watchers revolving in merciless harmony.
Each moon observed.
Each moon influenced.
Each moon left its mark upon the land beneath it, until geography itself became a language of power.
The Continents of the World
1. Frostheim — The Continent of Ice
In the far north lay Frostheim, the continent of eternal ice. It was not isolated, but deeply interwoven with the rest of the world.
Its coasts stretched toward the Continent of Water and Flora.
Its land borders brushed against the Continent of Earth and Wind.
Its ports opened pathways to the other elemental lands.
Above it revolved the Moon of Frost — Nirval, a massive, pale satellite larger than any known moon. It lengthened the nights and made ice more than a mere element.
In Frostheim, ice was heritage.
Cold was identity.
Silence was a language.
2. Gardium — Earth and Wind
The central continent. The pillar of the world.
Towering mountains with unseen peaks, plains torn apart by endless storms, and cities carved from stone rather than wood.
Two moons ruled its skies:
the Moon of Currents — Zephyrion, and the Moon of Resolve — Teraxa.
Because of them, the winds never rested, and the land never truly settled.
Here, the greatest academies were founded.
Here, armies were forged.
3. Floria — Water and Flora
To the south lay a land where life never paused.
Forests spanning thousands of kilometers, warm seas, and rivers that swallowed cities—only to return them again.
It was governed by the Moon of Roots — Verdalon, a moon that accelerated growth… and sometimes made it dangerous.
In Floria, nature was neither ally nor enemy,
but a living entity that alone decided who deserved to survive.
4. Ishkar — Fire and Lightning
A land of explosions and transformation.
Active volcanoes. Restless skies. Lightning that struck without warning.
Above it turned the Moon of Sparks — Voltair, and the Moon of Flame — Ignis.
Here, power was not requested.
It was taken.
5. Veradin — Metal and Synthetic Shadow
A continent rarely visited.
Its cities were built of iron, its industry surpassing the rest of the world.
It was ruled by the Moon of Weight — Gravis, a moon that made physical strength not a choice, but a law.
6. Iridal — The Forgotten Continent
Larger than all other continents combined.
Isolated. Unrecorded. Uninhabited by humans.
Absent from modern maps.
No known moon circled above it.
Only one thing remained…
the Absent Moon — Nox.
A moon unseen, untracked, mentioned only in the oldest texts before they were erased.
Legends said:
Those who entered Iridal never returned.
And those who did… returned broken.
Stories spoke of dragons—not as beasts, but as wardens.
And of a world that rejected humanity itself.
Light… and Darkness
Elements were tools.
But Light was never an element.
It was a state of existence.
A fusion of will and essence—a transformation in which an element abandoned its form and became pure energy, governed by meaning rather than law.
Only a few ever reached this state.
History remembered them as Bearers of Light.
The War Before History
Centuries ago, when the world was more balanced, one emerged who shattered that balance from within.
Nogami was a Bearer of Light.
Then he discovered Darkness.
Darkness was not an element.
It was a gate.
Through it, Nogami attained immortality.
Seven Bearers of Light stood against him.
Seven… against one.
The battle tore continents apart and shattered celestial paths.
It was said that one of the moons cracked on that night.
The outcome was soaked in blood:
Three Bearers of Light fell.
Four survived.
Among them, one name remained carved into history: Izaro.
Through their combined power—and at a cost never revealed—Nogami was sealed.
Not killed.
Not exiled.
But imprisoned outside the flow of the world itself.
The war did not end with Nogami's sealing.
It merely ceased to be visible.
After that night, the world was never the same.
Ishkar, the land of Fire and Lightning, suffered the greatest damage.
Its core collapsed. Volcanic chains devoured entire cities, and its skies had not been clear since that day.
As for the Kingdom of Fire… one night, it vanished.
History recorded it as a "great natural disaster"—an unprecedented eruption, an unknown energetic explosion.
But the truth was never written.
Names were erased.
Events were wiped away.
False legends were crafted to close the files and bury the fear.
And from that day on, no Fire Bearer was ever born again.
The Temporary Peace
With the fall of a kingdom, the death of three of the greatest Light Bearers, and the sealing of Darkness in a place without a name… the world chose calm.
Not true peace.
But an unspoken agreement to forget.
The great kingdoms allied—not out of trust, but out of fear of repeating the past.
From this alliance, an unprecedented idea was born.
A city belonging to no single continent.
No single kingdom.
Standing at the crossroads of the world.
The Central City
Built upon neutral ground between Gardium and Frostheim, the Central City gathered the children of ice, the descendants of wind, and the heirs of earth.
At its heart, the Academy was established.
Not to create heroes.
But to create control.
To monitor talent.
To direct elements.
And above all… to prevent the rise of a new Light beyond control.
And Thus, Everything Begins
After centuries of blood, after a history carefully rewritten, the world stood upon fragile ground and believed it solid.
And on an ordinary day, within the Academy—among students who had never known war—there was one who wielded ice and wind, unaware that his name would be written in a chapter yet to exist.
And another who carried a fire that should not exist at all.
And someone… watching from the shadows.
And so,
the story began once more.
End of Chapter 0