In the beginning, when the world still breathed its first gasps of existence, three stones were born from the heart of reality itself. They were no ordinary stones—they pulsed with a light that belonged neither to day nor night, radiating a power that maintained the balance between forces that should never meet.
The Trias of Equilibrium.
With their creation, an absolute law was engraved into the essence of the universe: the shadow realm would remain eternally separated from the human world. Two realities, two planes of existence that would coexist without ever touching. The stones served as silent guardians of this division, their powers intertwined in a cosmic symphony that maintained harmony between light and darkness.
For millennia, this separation brought peace. In the human world, civilizations flourished under clear skies, building magnificent cities and cultivating fertile lands. In the shadow realm, ancestral entities danced in an eternal waltz of twilight, content in their dimension of mystery and shadowy power. Each world followed its own laws, its own rules, its own destinies.
But where there is light and shadow, there always emerge those destined to protect the balance.
The heroes were not born by chance. From the moment the Trias were forged, men and women began to awaken with extraordinary gifts. Superhuman strength, control over elements, visions of the future, the ability to heal mortal wounds—powers that seemed to sprout from the very essence of the stones of equilibrium. They did not choose this burden; it chose them.
Generation after generation, these silent guardians protected humanity from threats that most people never knew existed. Creatures that occasionally escaped from rifts between worlds, cursed artifacts that emerged in ancient ruins, cults that attempted to summon forces beyond their comprehension. The heroes were always there, an invisible line between normalcy and chaos.
For three thousand years, this order prevailed. The human world prospered in its blessed ignorance, while the heroes kept the shadows in their rightful place. The Trias remained in their sacred locations, radiating their protective power, and all was as it should be.
Until *they* appeared.
The first appearance happened on a moonless night, when even the stars seemed to have hidden in terror. There were no portals opening, no dark rituals or mystical invocations. They simply... existed. As if they had always been there, waiting for the right moment to reveal themselves.
The Ultran.
At first glance, they could be mistaken for humans. They had the same stature, the same basic form, walked upright and seemed to breathe the same air. But there was something profoundly *wrong* about them. Their eyes glowed with a light that was not of this world—nor of the shadow realm. Curved horns emerged from their temples like diabolic crowns, and their skin had a tone that suggested dried blood under moonlight. Sharp claws replaced human nails, and when they smiled, they revealed fangs that seemed capable of tearing through both flesh and soul.
They were not shadows that had crossed the forbidden barrier. They were not humans corrupted by dark magic. They were something completely new, a third force that should not exist according to the fundamental laws of reality.
And they wanted the Trias of Equilibrium.
The first attack was devastating. An entire city of ten thousand inhabitants simply vanished during the night. When the heroes arrived at the location, they found only smoking craters where there had once been homes, schools, and temples. At the center of the destruction, carved into molten stone, were words in a language no one recognized, but that everyone instinctively understood:
*"The stones. Where are the stones?"*
It was then that the truth became clear. The Ultran had not come to conquer territories or enslave humanity. They had a singular, obsessive goal: to find and take the Trias of Equilibrium. But why? What could a demonic race of unknown origin want with artifacts created to maintain the separation between worlds?
Theories ranged from terrifying to catastrophic. Some heroes believed they wanted to destroy the barrier between worlds, plunging everything into eternal chaos. Others suspected they intended to use the power of the stones to create a third world, a reality where they could reign supreme. There were even those who whispered the most haunting theory of all: that the Ultran knew something about the true nature of the Trias that even the heroes themselves did not understand.
Regardless of their motivations, one thing was certain—they could not be underestimated. Each Ultran possessed strength equivalent to dozens of men, speed that defied human eyes, and a resilience that turned mortal wounds into mere scratches. More disturbing still, they demonstrated sophisticated tactical understanding, always attacking at the most strategic moments and locations.
But the heroes did not retreat. They could not retreat. For three millennia, they had been the silent guardians of humanity, and this would not be the moment they failed in their sacred mission.
Thus began the war that would define the fate not only of humanity, but of all known reality. A war between ancestral guardians and mysterious invaders, waged in the shadows of civilization. A war where the prize was not territory or power, but the very balance that kept the worlds separated.
The Division of Shadows had begun.
And somewhere, protected by millennial secrets and the courage of those willing to die for them, the three Trias of Equilibrium waited, pulsing with a power that could save or destroy everything that existed.
The question that lingered in the air like a dark promise was simple:
Who would reach them first?