Unlike the Valora Continent, where humans held the reins of power, the Lost Continent was a battlefield of races. The Elves—with their terrifying grace and control over nature. The Demons—with their raw brutality and ancient bloodlines.
Together, they overshadowed the human forces in the Lost Continent.
It was precisely because of that imbalance that the humans there had turned to Valora—seeking reinforcements.
Seeking geniuses.
Despite being weaker as a whole, the humans of the Lost Continent were desperate. Constantly struggling. Constantly surviving.
They fought for every scrap of land. Every spiritual vein. Every rare resource—contested by Elves, Demons, and the deadly beasts that roamed the wilderness.
The Tower of Truth, standing tall amidst it all, had become more than a place of legend. It was a beacon. A place where names were written and fates were changed.
And now, the youths of Valora had been given their chance to rise.
