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Legend say there was a time the world was in despair. Humans were at the bottom of the food chain, many others above it. There was no colour in the world, only the endless cycle of violence and bloodshed, along with the cries of loved ones. It didn’t matter how many other species there were, the humans identified all under “Monsters”. Virtually the entire human race had given up and was accepting their fate of extinction.
However, at their darkest moments, saviours of humanity appeared. They were a strong group of seven, each with their own virtues and power.
The first one was probably the most passive of the seven. She wielded the power to move time forward or backward. Instead of directly attacking, she would prefer to support others by giving them a tactical boost in fighting.
The second one, on the other hand, played a very aggressive role. He would charge onto the frontlines regardless of the situation, helping clear out for the rest of the group.
The third person preferred to stick to her own morals. With a graceful twirl and crisp singing, she used the starry mist produced during the dance against enemies to destroy their will.
The fourth human had a will of iron and could persist indefinitely. With such a great will like his, to break it would be virtually impossible once he sets a goal. He possessed a key that could bend into literally anything his will desires.
The fifth’s personality was similar to that of the first: Preferring to be peaceful rather than resorting to fights. She would provide healing items for her group that allowed them to recover and boost attack and movement.
The sixth, always seeking for justice.and would do whatever he judged as righteous. He would carry around a six-shooter revolver, gunning down those who were deemed to be “sinned”.
While they were indeed strong, these six tended to have differing opinions and would argue over decisions. Had it not been for the last human, the world perhaps would never have been saved.
This last human had something the rest didn’t: A fuel to guide everyone through tough situations, and a sense of leadership strong enough to unite the six together. Despite not controlling any crazy power, he was the strongest of the bunch.
The seven made their way through the entire world and eventually found the source of the conflict: The twisted king. It viewed the world as a toy that can be played with and loved the demise of all beings, especially humans.
The battle with him was long and arduous: Violence was dominant and blood was shed. Eventually though, the leader put the final nail on the king’s coffin by taking the head of it.
After the battle, it was said that the remaining monsters were banished to another realm. How that happened has long been lost to time, lest people try to head there.
When the seven returned home, they were hailed as heroes by the human population. As the monsters were gone, the race aggressively populated the rest of the world, causing a skyrocket in population. While it was unstable at first, with people being confused and scared to explore uncharted territory, they eventually did with the help of the seven heroes and set up various housing and entertainment facilities. Till this day, humans have been living happily in the world.
As time passed, humans started gaining unique powers. Some could warp through space, others could create trails of lava. The possibilities were endless and no two abilities were the same. Meanwhile, the seven retained their abilities and started their own various bloodline, still continued up till this day.
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However, there were still so many questions left unanswered, so many gaps left in the story, so much waiting to get unveiled. Soon, it would all be let out of the bag for the world to witness but the question was: Who would be the one to do so? And when would that inevitable reveal happen?