The Legend Begins Anew

In the beginning, there was only a churning turmoil of chaos.

At the heart of chaos, where all things became one, appeared an egg.

Having tumbled from the vortex, the egg gave rise to the Exalted One.

From itself, two beings the Exalted One did make.

Time started to spin.

Space began to expand.

From these divine beings, all creation was hewn from the stone known as the Progenitor Demons.

The world created, the Exalted One, took to unyielding sleep.

From the Progenitor Demon of Darkness the Primordial Demons were born.

The primordial forces of light and darkness raged relentlessly; laying waste to the land without end.

However, one day, the weakest of the races; the humans, decided to fight back.

Utilizing the Aura Magic they had learned from the Lunarian race, the humans carved the stones charged with pure energy into Magic Rings; supercharging the rings with the Aura Magic.

Being tied to The One Magic, the Aura Magic of the Lunarians charged within the Magic Rings was more than enough to grant the puniest race the power to fight back the forces of darkness and build civilization.

Even so...

The darkness is returning, surging over the world.

Where there is light, shadows lurk and fear remains.

Yet by the blade of knights, mankind was given hope.

"So tired...Asumu, hurry up!" A nasally voice called out. It belonged to a young-ish woman—an androgynous young woman who was extremely short for her (relatively young) age. She had long, dirty blonde-ish hair that extended down to her shoulders, but it was tied into two short pigtails. She also had burning red eyes—such was the reason for her surname. "Should've never agreed to this job."