BOOK ONE-O'nelle

After the great war, the world’s continents lay broken, half destroyed, half drowned, and barely holding together. What began as conflict over resources turned into something worse. For fifteen years, war raged without pause. Powerful nations crushed the weak, taking smaller countries of everything they had, land, resources, even their people. Resistance came, but it was never enough. Cities fell. Cultures vanished. Survivors learned that survival mattered more than fighting back. But greed does not stop once it is fed. The powerful nations eventually turned on each other. Alliances shattered, and the war consumed everyone until there were no strong or weak left anymore. Only ruins. By the end of those fifteen years, over half of nations were gone alone with its people. The systems that once held the world together governments, justice, law had rotted from within long before they collapsed entirely. Those in power had chosen selfish survival over responsibility, declaring that the weak had no value, no rights… no future. And with that, the world order ended. No borders remained. No nations. Only scattered lands and those who survived on them. but not everyone had given up. From the remnants of those who still believed in justice, a force slowly emerged they called themselves “International Regime”. They were not a country. Not rulers. But an idea. Bound by a single oath “Protecting the need.” They worked to restore what little could still be saved they rebuild nations and its people, providing food and shelter, reestablishing fragments of nations, and hunting down criminal groups that preyed on the weak. But they still could not do anything about powerful nations and their hunger power. The war had done something irreversible. People no longer trusted authority. Not governments. Not leaders. Not even the “International Regime”. So, while the International Regime tried to rebuild, much of the world remained outside its reach. In that absence of control, criminal organizations rose to power. They didn’t just survive they ruled and the news of their ruthless deeds spread through the world and they targeted small island nations. They took what they wanted whether it is land, supplies, people. Entire nations lived in fear of them. Innocents became easy targets in a world without protection. And something even more dangerous happened these criminals became know their deeds terrified the nations. Their names, their symbols, their brutality spread across the lands. Fear traveled faster than they did. In some places, people surrendered at the mere rumor of their arrival. Power was no longer held by small nations and became a quick target. And the power it belonged to whoever could take it and keep it. But these criminals were not the only ones who adapted. Other groups began to rise. There were the Land Hunters nomadic groups searching for habitable territory. They didn’t just claim land they hunted wealth, artifacts, and anything of value buried in the ruins. To them, the broken world was an opportunity. And then… there were those who turned to something otherworldly. As the damage to the world deepened, some people began to embrace supernatural forces whether discovered or awakened. No one fully understood it, but strange abilities began appearing among survivors. Some used these powers to protect. Others used them to dominate. And many lost themselves to it entirely. Not all criminal groups were the same. Some were ruthless, destroying everything in their way, leaving nothing but silence behind. But others were… different. They couldn’t be easily labeled as evil or just. They traded. They negotiated. They even helped rebuild struggling settlements though never for free. They took what they wanted in return, but they also gave people something rare in that world and they were called themselves the “Traders”. They made sure that the nations withstand own lands. This was the new world. Not one good versus evil, but one of survival and choices that lived somewhere in between.