📖 PROLOGUE — THE DAY THE SKY LIED
They told us the object was a nebula.
A harmless distortion of light—
a mistake made by tired scientists and faulty instruments.
They were wrong.
What descended toward Earth in the year 2035 was not a natural phenomenon, nor a machine born of human logic.
It was a ship—vast beyond comprehension—floating through space as if reality itself carried it forward.
At its heart burned a colossal blue orb, radiant and alive, while black and green spheres circled it like obedient moons. No engines roared. No thrusters flared.
The ship simply existed.
And existence bent around it.
Humanity responded the only way it knew how.
Orbital stations armed every remaining nuclear warhead.
Satellites were repurposed into weapons.
An army of space warriors—clad in powered armor and carrying plasma rifles—was launched into the void, each soldier bearing a final gift: a self-destruct explosive meant to take the enemy with them.
They met near the ozone layer.
And the war began.
For thirty days, the skies burned.
Human weapons struck the alien vessel with the full fury of modern civilization—plasma, missiles, antimatter fire. The ship did not even tremble.
Then its gates opened.
From within poured creatures humanity had only known through myth and madness.
Elves wreathed in mana.
Dwarves clad in rune-forged steel.
Druids who commanded storms and roots alike.
Orcs, goblins,kobalts,giants,hydra,drakes,ogres, necromancers, berserkers, knights bound by ancient oaths.
Dragons whose shadows swallowed cities
Mythical and magical beasts that shattered all classification.
They wielded magic and Qi, forces that ignored physics and mocked technology.
Humanity fought anyway.
On land.
In oceans.
Across the skies.
And in space itself.
They fought with courage.
They fought with desperation.
They fought alone.
Not a single enemy fell.
Only later would humanity understand the truth:
The invaders were holding back.
Salvation came not from brilliance—but from accident.
A massive asteroid, drawn by warped gravity and arcane resonance, entered Earth's path. It collided directly with the alien ship.
The impact was biblical.
Space fleets vanished in fire.
Satellites were erased from the sky.
The alien vessel—finally damaged—plummeted toward Earth alongside the asteroid and humanity's broken machines.
And when it struck…
The planet screamed.
The ship's magical core fused with Earth's core.
Tectonic plates shattered.
Tsunamis erased coastlines.
Volcanoes awoke in unison.
Mountains collapsed and new terrains rose from the dead world.
A planetary shockwave erased eighty-five percent of human civilization in a single moment.
Steel cities fell.
Nations ended.
History burned.
From the wreckage, the ship's orbiting orbs embedded themselves into the planet—
and transformed into Trees of Life, anchoring magic into Earth itself.
Gates opened.
Fantasy creatures spread across the world like a living tide.
Some came as conquerors.
Some as survivors.
Some as allies.
With the help of friendly races—dwarves, druids, elves—humanity endured. A fragile peace was formed. Technology was lost, but not forgotten. Magic and Qi reshaped the remnants of civilization.
Earth entered a new age.
A hybrid world of steel ruins and dragon skies.
Of hospitals beside mana towers.
Of knights wielding rifles etched with runes.
But not all humans remained free.
Those who had boarded the alien ship—later known as the Nopharios—returned changed. They founded kingdoms of their own, ruling through power and ancient authority, taking humans with them.
Some called them kings.
Others whispered a darker name.
And so the era was recorded in surviving texts with a single title:
EARTHFALL
The day the sky lied… and the world was reborn.
To be continued.