July 5th, 2026, would change the world as we knew it.
On this day the battle of the Zentoids would go down in history.
Astra woke up expecting it to be the same. Humans and Zentoids have been at war for a couple of years.
Astra had been scheduled for a meeting to strategize their next move.
However, the sight that he witnessed when he made it to the camp for the meeting, physically made his body cold.
A dark red liquid covered the area, like an artist had been careless spilling over their paint can. But this wasn't paint, this was the blood of his comrades.
Astra was left with his eyes wide open staring at the disaster in front of him.
"What the hell happened here".
His voice cracked.
One of the soldiers on the floor started coughing, forcing blood to surged likely from a pierced lung.
Astra wasted no time and went to the side of this man.
Astra examined the man's state, almost throwing up due to his internal organs hanging out from a slash to his stomach.
How is this man still alive.
Was the only thing Astra could think.
The man looked up to Astra, the colour from his face was drained confirming he was on deaths door.
"Zentoid".
Was the only thing the man could say before dying, which Astra checked for a pulse but not being able to find one.
Astra picked himself up.
A Zentoid did this? Just one? But how! It doesn't matter i need to find June.
Running through the camp only showed him more horrors of all the fallen soldiers.
But he soon came to a stop, after encountering a towering figure.
A woman with light brown hair, in uniform and holding a thin like blade. Stood Infront of it covered in blood.
Astra recognized the woman.
June?!
The creature with horns in front her, slashed at her with his claws.
Which made her fall to the ground, bleeding out.
Astras eyes widened at the sight.
"JUNE!".
He screamed from the top of his lungs, drawing his sword from its sheath.
This alerted the creature to his location.
The creature and Astra both charged at each other.
This is a world showing what if humans had evolved to obtain magic.
Seeing how our world would shape as a result.
This is an era of magic. The world swirls with it, as it's the force which sustains life.
that means where there is magic, there are creatures with no souls.