Arcane.
A world forged in magic, steeped in mana so thick it breathes with the wind. It is a land where continents float above the clouds, and rivers shimmer with magical essence. Once, it was chaos—raw and untamed. The ancient past was filled with bitter wars among the mighty races: dragons, dwarves, demons, elves, and more. Humanity, weakest of all, was forgotten in the annals of power.
Each race wielded dominance over a specific element: the dwarves carved mountains and golems with earth, demons cloaked the night in dark sorcery, elves commanded forests and light, and dragons scorched the skies with flame. Above them stood powerful sovereigns—kings in name, gods in nature.
Among them rose a miracle.
From the human race—lowly, once mocked and dismissed—emerged Zephyros, a man whose mastery of wind defied the heavens. In a world where every individual was bound to a single elemental attribute and trained via mana breathing techniques, Zephyros forged a new path. His own technique, Whisper of the Infinite Gale, gathered wind mana endlessly, drawing strength from the very breath of Arcane. With it, he ascended through every known class of mastery:
- Rookie Class
- Adept Class
- Veteran Class
- Master Class
- Supreme Class
- Divine Class
- God Class
Zephyros, the Wind God, became the first human emperor.
He ruled with calm wisdom and noble fairness. Long white hair flowed like a banner in the wind, his green eyes watching all with serene clarity. A beautiful and fierce figure—he forged peace among the races that once warred endlessly. And though he uplifted humanity, he never belittled the others.
But not all were content beneath his reign.
Six elemental kings rose alongside him—rulers of their own domains:
- Tharnum, the Stoneking of Dwarves, proud and powerful, who once called Zephyros friend.
- Velmora, Queen of the Demons, seductive and deadly, master of shadows and secrets, torn between desire and deception.
- Ignarion, the Worldburner of Dragonkin, rival to Zephyros and a wrathful flame given form.
- Elandor, Bringer of Bloom, the elf king who saw humans as filth beneath the roots of the world.
- Tharyn, the Tempest King of Lightning, Zephyros's own brother—once noble, now envious.
Tharyn, twisted by jealousy and ambition, sowed fear into the hearts of the other kings. "He is too powerful," he whispered. "Zephyros will one day erase us all." And the seeds of betrayal began to bloom.
They formed a pact.
Summoned under the veil of diplomacy, Zephyros arrived at a throne room on a newly formed island—born of dark magic crafted by Velmora. The air was thick with silence. The kings stood before him, false smiles hiding sharpened intentions.
Before Zephyros could speak, a pulse of shadow magic snapped through reality. They had transported his mind into a realm of illusions and despair. There, the six kings struck all at once—an ultimate assault:
- Earth trembled as Tharnum summoned a colossus of stone.
- Flame engulfed the skies as Ignarion's fire rained from above.
- Nature vines and piercing light from Elandor wrapped around his limbs.
- A storm of lightning surged through Tharyn's blade.
- Darkness swallowed him whole under Velmora's incantations.
Zephyros staggered. The world slowed.
And then—
A blade of lightning severed his head. Tharyn stood where his brother had once placed unshakable trust. Blood spilled into the void.
As life faded, Zephyros's thoughts burned:
"These bastards... they killed me? What about my people? Who will protect them now? I swear—I will return. I will kill you all.
Unseen by them, the ancient grimoire he once found—Soul Echo Codex—shimmered with forbidden power. It had taught him a secret spell: Rebirth: Cycle of the Eternal Wind.
His soul did not die. It slipped from the void, escaping judgment. In a far-off land, in a humble human village, a child opened his eyes.
Born with the whispers of wind... and a second gift: Sound Magic.
Zephyros had returned.
Not as a god. Not yet.
But vengeance... was already in the air.