Prologue
No one knew, that there was a world living beside us, a world where all magic retreated to after the existence of humans. It was a peaceful world, the second greatest creation the Gods ever made, besides the Universe itself. This world was a home to all sacred. Gods, elves, dwarves, giants and every other magical creature lived in this world, working together and creating a peaceful community. There was not the slightest bit of evil on this land, and that would be because this world doesn’t have its name.
As strange as it might be, the Gods never once gave this world they lived in with a name, and no one bothered to ask because they were far too grateful for the existence of that world until they dared not ask for more. There was no balance in the world, there were only good that existed in the land, and evil wasn’t present. It was a tough decision for the Gods, would they risk creating evil just to balance the world? Then they came up with the best idea they thought of- It was simple, they had to create evil to counter the balance of their world, so they created heroes to counter the evil as well.
Thus, evil spread across the other part of the land, dragons, banshees, undead, demons were created. And on the other hand, a notorious group of mortals called the Hordicals were created as well. The Hordicals are the protectors of their world, to stop evil from crossing their line to the good side, and they did their job great. The Hordicals were split into three main classes, the Melee, the Ranged and the Mage, each with its own strength and weaknesses. Though most of the Hordicals were chosen into either one of those classes, one or two unique ones will be known as the Immortal. They, the Immortals were declared as the strongest among the other three classes, one of the reasons would be because the Immortals master all of the three classes’ ability before mastering their own. For million of years, history of Hordicals were written, how some of the outstanding Hordicals defeated the undefeatable and so on. And until a certain generation millions of years after the foundation of the Hordical, one of them, an Immortal, changed his side in the battlefield. He, with Elena Cornelia and Granedos, were the Immortals of their generations and until the next million years. Granedos, the leader of the Hordicals while Elena and the youngest Hordical followed right below him. Although ranking over hundred among hundreds of other Hordicals, the youngest Hordical felt as if he could do more than just taking orders from a 764 years old man, and the way Elena teases him when he was around, he knew he can do much more.
And that was when the youngest Immortal went missing, though Granedos knew something bad was about to happen, all he could do was to embrace it and prepare for what will come in the future. And he was right. Decades later, the presence of the missing Immortal came back again. This time, it was horrifying and it felt like hell. He declared war against all that is good, and mostly the Hordicals. So it happened the peace that secured the planet broke and all hell was screaming its battle cry against the good. Many, many lives were lost in the war. Then, the First Daughter of the Immortal, Elena Cornelia knew what she had to do. Granedos, the First Son of the Immortal, considered this as a matter he assumed Elena can take care of, so he did not give any assistance. Elena was on her own, facing against someone as strong as herself, and somehow he grew extremely strong after missing for the pass few decades. A notorious battle was fought by the two Immortals, and knowing that Elena cannot kill her opponent, she sealed him in the Nether world as a prison, and his other 4 companions sealed in different locations of the world- Scythenesis the Life Stealer, Terrorsway the Demonic Beast, Jaerhone the Queen of Darkness, and Brightskull the Soul Keeper.
A long mourning was held by those who were still alive, to mourn the deaths of their loved ones and the braved ones. The Gods, who lived in their sacred land, away from the community, visited them during the mourning, and decided to finally give the world they lived in a name-
Fonte Maximus, the name of the Ender of Existence.
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