Before the dawn of creation, before the first breath of wind or the first pulse of light, there existed only a vast and endless stillness—a silence so absolute that even the concept of existence trembled before it. Yet from that very silence emerged a single spark, a trembling point of radiance that burst into an ocean of stars. Galaxies unfurled like divine scrolls, worlds scattered into being, and the rhythm of time began its eternal march. When the universe stabilized into harmony, when creation found its balance, three transcendent beings appeared amid the newborn cosmos. No mortal language can define them, for they were older than fate and stronger than destruction. But the realms would come to call them the Three Supreme Divines, guardians and architects of destiny itself. With wills that shaped the currents of existence, they forged order from the void and purpose from the drifting chaos.
Under their hands arose the first three realms, each one a pillar of cosmic stability. The Divine Mandala took form as a realm of pure radiance, inhabited by celestial beings whose duty was to preserve equilibrium. Earth was shaped as the Core World, vibrant with life, potential, and an energy so mysterious that any realm controlling it would gain unimaginable dominance. The last of the foundational realms, the Ashura Mandala, roared into existence as a domain carved from ambition, fire, and the relentless desire to rule all creation. These realms balanced each other like three points of a sacred triangle, each serving a purpose, each bound to the other through the very breath of existence. But the Three Divines knew that creation was not complete. Beyond balance lies possibility, and beyond purpose lies destiny. And so, in an act that defied every law they themselves had crafted, they created a fourth realm.
This final world was unlike any that came before—untamed, elusive, and unbound by the laws that governed creation. It drifted between eras, slipping through the fabric of time like a forgotten dream returning without warning. It refused to obey the Supreme Divines, bending reality as easily as wind bends grass. They named it Sarvayuga Mandala, the Realm of All Ages, a place where past, present, and future intertwined without logic, without order, without restraint. As long as Sarvayuga existed, the universe held infinite possibility. But with possibility came danger, and danger awakened the hunger of the Ashura Mandala.
Ambition took root in the heart of the Ashura leader. He realized that if he could seize Earth's Core Power, he could amplify the Ashura realm beyond the limits of existence. From there, conquering the Divine Mandala would be but a step. Thus began the first Great Invasion, a war that ripped through the cosmos like a storm of shadows and fire. Ashura armies surged through the realms, consuming everything in their path. Earth burned. The Divine Mandala trembled. Even the Three Supreme Divines struggled to contain the tide of destruction.
And then, from the vanishing depths of Sarvayuga itself, a lone hero appeared—mysterious, unnamed, unrecorded by any scripture or memory. No one knows his face. No one knows his origin. Some claim time itself forged him; others whisper he was a living embodiment of Sarvayuga's chaos and possibility. Yet the realms remember one truth: his strength surpassed anything creation had ever witnessed. When he confronted the Ashura sovereign, their clash split the skies, silenced the stars, and shook the bones of the universe. Mountains turned to dust, galaxies froze mid-motion, and time warped around them like a candle flame bending in the wind. In the end, the hero achieved the impossible—he defeated the Ashura leader and saved all three realms from annihilation.
But victory demanded a sacrifice. The boundaries between realms had been shattered by war, and unless the connections were severed, the Ashura Mandala would rise again. With the last of his power, the hero sealed the realms, locking each world in isolation. Earth became unreachable. The Divine Mandala became distant. The Ashura Mandala was imprisoned within its own darkness. His final act held the universe together… but erased him from existence. The moment he vanished, Sarvayuga vanished too, as if the realm refused to remain without its chosen guardian. The Three Supreme Divines mourned him—not as a warrior, but as the only being who ever stood beside them in strength.
At the final place where Sarvayuga touched reality, the Divines carved a prophecy upon the walls of existence itself. It spoke of a future darkness, a rising shadow from the Ashura Mandala, and a trembling Earth awaiting doom. It promised that when the realms edged toward collapse, Sarvayuga would return. And from its timeless depths, a new hero would rise—one who carried the blessings of all three Supreme Divines, destined to protect Earth and the Divine Mandala from the inevitable second invasion. After inscribing the prophecy, they forged three sacred artifacts infused with divine power, leaving them behind to shield Earth until the chosen time. Then, like fading stars, the Divines retreated from mortal sight.
Ages passed. Civilizations rose and crumbled. The prophecy became myth, then legend, then a forgotten whisper buried under centuries. Yet the story did not die. Reality itself remembered. And now, in the present age—a world drowning in ruin—the prophecy stirs once more. The Ashura Mandala has broken through the weakened seals. Half of Earth lies in ashes, devoured by demonic armies and corrupted humans who traded loyalty for power. Only eighteen fortified cities remain, protected by the divine artifacts that still flicker with the Supreme Divines' fading light. The Divine Mandala struggles to hold its crumbling barriers. Earth bleeds. The Ashura realm advances relentlessly.
And somewhere, in the unseen strata of existence, a tremor shakes the void. A whisper rises, soft yet thunderous, ancient yet newborn. A voice calling out to whoever dares to listen. "Sarvayuga stirs…"
This is where your journey begins. Step forward. Open the forgotten gate. And enter the realm beyond ages.
Welcome… to Sarvayuga.