Centuries ago, during the 18th century—an era known as the Age of Enlightenment, when philosophers believed "knowledge is power"— A strange and unexplainable event took place in the world . People witnessed something that defied logic and reason.
It was a normal, gloomy day. Men wore long coats, wigs, and women were dressed in wide, heavy gowns. Horse-drawn carriages passed through muddy streets—only the rich could afford such luxuries. Mechanical engines had just been invented and were still rare. The world had not fully recovered from the epidemic of bubonic plague and smallpox. Life, however, kept moving forward.
Suddenly, without warning, a shadow swept across the blue-gray sky. The setting sun disappeared behind a dense black mist, and darkness covered the whole earth. A strange sleepiness overcame all living beings. People collapsed where they stood, falling into a mysterious slumber.
The world turned silent—lifeless. For a moment, not a single creature remained conscious to witness what was happening.
Then slowly, the darkness faded. People began to wake up, confused but alive. The sky returned to its reddish view, and life resumed. But none could explain what had just happened.
Scholars, scientists, and weather experts investigated, but found nothing. People named the event "The Day of Black Mist." And with time, they forgot.
But something had changed.
That day, a handful of people experienced something far deeper. A transformation. They became something more than human. Their bodies and minds evolved, granting them abilities beyond human limitations. They were no longer ordinary. They were different—a hidden race among mankind.
Over time, these "Evolved Entities" began to manipulate the world from behind the scenes. Politics, economy, warfare, peace—they influenced it all, silently and invisibly.
Eventually, they formed their own secret organization, "The Association," a force much like the United Nations, but solely for the Evolved. They enforced peace among themselves, though power struggles were frequent. To decide who among them was the strongest, battles between them were inevitable.
In the present time, a new war begins. High in the sky, an old man floats—covered in blood. Below him lies a sea of red, corpses strewn across the battlefield. Before him, in the clouds, stand four powerful figures, watching silently.
"The Man" who stands above all. What a tragic end. How unfortunate!"
One of them laughs mockingly, twirling a glowing red fan in his hand.
The old man's face remains unchanged. But the air around him begins to darken. As if the world itself were being swallowed again by the Black Mist. He charges toward them with furious power.
The four prepare to defend themselves—unleashing their own powers in return. A massive explosion follows. The power of that explosion was so horrific that the whole earth trembles. Two of the four are struck down.
One of the surviving enemies, clover with a heavy armor and wielding a great sword, says:
"You're the only one who can control this darkness—the Dark Mist from the Void. This fate was always yours. Blame your destiny for that end. We only did our duty."
The bleeding old man, barely holding himself up, laughs wildly.
"Duty?"
He looks at the four being. Once his closest friends. Once protectors of Earth, now corrupted by power. Rage swells in his heart.
He prepares for one final strike—but his strength fades. His body starts falling.
Is this the end? he wonders. Will Earth fall because I failed?
As his body falls, the four smile—believing the war is over.
But just before he hits the ground, the man's body disappeared.
The four search desperately—but find nothing. Eventually, they declare their victory:
"The Man Who Stands Above All Has Died."
Around the world, two sides react—one celebrates in joy, the other mourns in disbelief.
Night falls. A tall building glows in the dark. The name is written in front of it : "The Association."
Inside, a man with thick-round glasses desperately searches through old files. Finally, he finds what he's looking for. Wiping sweat from his brow and with a smiley face, he whispers to himself:
"I don't believe it."