500 years ago….
As the brave warrior wielded their sword, claiming Independence. They bleed and die in the name of their kingdom, sought the rights of their people. The five-guardian cast their magic, conquering the enemy.
The guardian of the south, master of the Dragon
The guardian of the east, master of the Basilisk
The guardian of the north, master of the phoenix
The guardian of the west, master of the nine-tails
The final war has ended, as the moon take over the sun. The glimpse of the first eclipse reign in the whole land. Signifying triumph after a hundred of battle. The knights, the guardian, came home with their head held high.
Everyone is in the river of delights.
The people raise their toast, applauding those who came back. Dancing and singing as they acquired the peak of the mountain, in the highest of the highest.
But
As the Arcanveil celebrate their victory, Celestera is in awe of collapsing.
As the powerful knights roared with pride.
A raging light strike from the sky towards the land, splitting it into four. Containing a mass of mana that crept into its core.
Creating the world of magic.