"When the gods fall, the light goes out. And in the darkness... that is where true nature blooms."
— Fragment from the Testament of Ashes, a forbidden codex among the remaining Elions.
No one remembers exactly how it began. But everyone remembers how it ended.
Before the chaos, there was a world governed by spirituality, sacred silence, and the cycle of the seasons — a world guided by gods who walked among mortals only once a year. In that age, the Elions — beings with serene eyes and long-lived bodies — lived under the blessing of the gods. Their skin was pale as moonlight, their white hair a symbol of youth and purity, and respect for the Elders was the cornerstone of their culture.
They needed no walls, for kindness protected them. They needed no weapons, for there was no war. They needed no gods every day, because they believed.
But the eternal love of the world crumbled in the event now called The Fall.
One of the gods, corrupted by a desire to break the balance and taste the purity of suffering, began the end. Mavek, the one who haunts the darkness, rose against his divine siblings and, one by one, reduced them to forgotten memories. The flames of the sky burned for days, and the seas dried before his screams. With divine blood on his hands, Mavek became the only god — a god of pain.
The Elion cities were devastated. Their temples turned to ash. And the world, once blossoming with the whispers of faith, drowned in fear.
From the ruins of the Fall, a new race emerged from the shadows: the Mavelions. Former Elions who had forsaken their souls and embraced Mavek's twisted science. They fused flesh with machine. They rewrote the laws of life and death. Through technology powered by profane pacts, they discovered how to steal souls from other worlds.
Thus were born the Reborn.
Creatures of reconstructed flesh, pulled from parallel realities — fragments of lost lives, of incomplete stories. Humans, aliens, demons — anything that had once met its end… could begin again here. Within the Hexagonal Tower, the Mavelions create bodies, fuse souls, and observe. The Reborn are born in capsules, awaken confused, and are launched from the top of the tower into a world that knows only death.
Those who survive the fall awaken their true "self." They receive their mask — reflection of the soul, symbol of pain and hope.
These masks are not ornaments:They are pacts with reality. Indestructible while alive. They crack with pain. They shatter with death.
Each Reborn carries within them the potential to destroy or be destroyed. For some, this is a curse. For others, the only chance to be reborn with purpose. Across the ages, six Classes have emerged among the survivors, defining their combat styles and spiritual essence:
Berserker – Warriors of fury.
Spectral – Assassins of shadow.
Flagellant – Martyrs of their own suffering.
Gearbound – Hybrids of machine and alchemy.
Traversal – Masters of evasion and movement.
Mind Whisper – Manipulators of consciousness and soul.
But the world does not forget. Among legends and real fears, one name echoes in the depths of the Tower:
The First Reborn.
A being so powerful that, even without limits, defied Mavek himself and wounded him. A being whose very breath generated waves of energy. After this event, Mavek imposed severe restrictions. No other Reborn could surpass their designed limits without his approval. And thus was born the Blessing of Mavek system: an artificial evolution, given only to those who prove their usefulness or obedience.
Now, the Reborn live among ruins, predators, battle arenas, and legends that guide them. The Invisible Arena, where battles between Reborn are fought, exists to satisfy Mavek's hunger for power — and for him to choose his favorites.
But no Reborn is born by chance. Each soul is drawn by a whisper, by a moment of breaking.
And among those souls, Kaelen awakens —a man who, in the human world, was invisible. An ordinary being, emptied by grief, rejection, and boredom. Until the voice of a figure in white called to him. Until one decision led him to death… and to rebirth.
Kaelen was not reborn just to fight. He carries something even the Mavelions cannot measure. And when he opens his eyes for the first time in this new world, the sky will tremble once more.
Because some whispers do not come from pain.
They come from what even Mavek cannot control:
The hope of the fall.