In an unidentifiable shade that stretched endlessly — a silence without language, without edge — there existed what would later be called "Space".

  But it was not named.

  There were no eyes to see it, no voice to speak of it, and no time to count its passing.

  It simply was there like it was always there in silence.

  And then, without reason, the space began to contract — folding into itself, forming something.

  Something with mass. Not one, but countless points gathered across the expanse.

  And then—

  BOOM BOOM BOOM

  From the center of the silence, light emerged.

  After light, Matter followed.

  And with it, came a motion — not rhythm, not peace — but Chaos.

  The Chaos spread in every direction, shaping, tearing, twisting. Until, within the disorder, a pattern began to form — not by chance, but by command.

  A Order which created Logic and Life.

  And so the first structure came into being.

  It was what later became known as,

  'The God' / 'The Almighty'

  It was called by many names — 'Alhi-Mit' / 'Xuayan' / 'Paratama' — it was not a being, but a design. A structure that thought, moved, and willed.

  It wove the laws that held things together.

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  It breathed existence into a power that pulsed through all living beings — the 'World-Force'

  From its will, it shaped many creations. It raised beings to govern them.

  But one by one, they failed.

  And one by one, it erased*them.

  After countless efforts, four races endured and were worthy to rule over its creation .

  And to shelter all it had formed, it created a space within space — a realm layered and vast, holding the scattered worlds within it.

  It was called — The Gateway.

  This era came to be known as:

  ~ .The Age Born from Emptiness. ~

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  The four races remained unnamed, yet from these races, all species came into existence. The Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Plants, and many more — they emerged, their forms and lives shaped by the design of the world.

  Yet they knew nothing of the forces that gave rise to their existence.

  They simply lived, grew, reproduce and die.

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  In the society of humans , The Great Xualun Empire .

  A city of sprawling stone and towering spires, life moved with a steady rhythm. The streets were alive with the hum of daily trade, the laughter of children echoing through alleyways, and the clatter of armor against stone as soldiers marched by.

  The air was thick with the scent of fresh bread, spices, and the salt of the nearby sea. Above, the sky was a clear, crystalline blue, interrupted only by the occasional soaring bird or the glint of a winged warrior flying high above.

  It was in this bustling scene that a voice broke through, filled with excitement and awe.

  "Hey, hey, isn’t that the ‘Smiling Knight’?"

  "WOAH!" "WOAH!" "WOAAAHHHH!"

  The cheers were carried on the wind, spreading through the streets like wildfire. From all directions, children and adults alike turned their eyes skyward to see the figure speeding through the sky cutting through the air like it's a cheese.

  His presence was so powerful that it seemed to distort the very atmosphere around him — a blue deep aura that surrounded him as he flew.

  He is Ul-fer.

  He looked back toward the streets, hearing the excited cries of the onlookers. His heart lightened, his lips curling into a small smile as he slowed his flight just enough to enjoy the moment.

  He sighed softly, a breath of satisfaction escaping his lips.

  “Haaaannnhhh…”

  he muttered to himself, his voice filled with quiet joy. ‘Dreams do come true.’

  His eyes glimmered with the satisfaction of knowing that his efforts, had brought him this far.

  A fleeting moment of happiness.

  His smile grew, and with a flick of his wrist, he adjusted his course, setting his eyes on the distant Palace of the current king.

  The wind swept past him as he flew towards the Palace.

  The city below became a blur, shrinking as he ascended—

  The speed was exhilarating. He raced with the birds, their wings flapping wildly beside him, yet unable to match his velocity. The clouds parted around him, folding away like soft cotton sheets seemingly making him a needle.

  Nothing could stop him. Nothing could match his speed.

  'Ul-fer' was on his way to the kingdom Palace at an urgent call.