The planet is called Veyron.

It’s twenty times larger than Earth — a colossal, sprawling world where the land breathes magic, the skies are heavy with energy, and the space between civilizations is measured in weeks.



At its heart lies the only great human civilization:

The Grand Empire.








 The Grand Human Empire





The Human Empire is vast and tightly organized.

It is divided into eight territories, each governed by one of the Eight Supremes of Humanity — individuals of unmatched power and absolute authority.



Every citizen is born within a territory and inherits its name as a surname.



Example: Ares of Zhagrova (citizen of the Territory of Zhagrova)


Each territory has its own institutions, laws, and military force, but all answer to the unified authority of the Empire and its Supremes.








 The Walls of the Empire





The entire Empire is enclosed by enormous walls, so tall they block out the sky in some regions.

Their origins are ancient and unknown, but what matters is this: they still stand, and they serve as a barrier between the human lands and the rest of the planet.



The walls are not sealed shut.



There are guarded gateways at key locations, and anyone may exit legally — as long as they pay a toll.

No permits required. No noble blood.

If you can pay, you can leave.



Re-entry is also possible, though monitored and taxed.








 The World Beyond





Outside the walls, the world is untamed — vast, dangerous, but alive.



Several intelligent races inhabit the lands beyond:



Elves – allies of the humans. They live in sacred forests and wield natural elemental magic.
Gnomes – short, brilliant craftsmen and masters of runic technology.
Giants – reclusive and ancient, they dwell in high mountain ranges.
Beastkin – hybrid tribes, some hostile, some neutral, scattered across forests and plains.
Magical Beasts – born from raw world energy. Once they reach King grade, they can take on a human form.
Devils – cunning, powerful beings from another plane, often enemies of mankind.
Nyther – entities born of the Void between Space and Time. Their powers can’t be measured, and they can temporarily absorb others’ elements.
Lunari – nocturnal beings with inherited memory. They recall fragments of past lives and control long-lost elements like Aether and Silence.




All contact with these races happens outside the walls — in neutral zones, contested borders, or mixed cities built through trade, diplomacy, or necessity.








 The Power System





At some point in life, every human receives their Element through a dream.

From that moment, they have six months to comprehend it — alone.



No guidance. No training.

No one can help.

Only deep thought and self-discovery lead to true understanding.



When the six months are over, the person is assigned a Comprehension Rank, which defines their potential and elemental power for life.



The 5 Ranks of Comprehension:



Dormant
Awakened
Master
Supreme
Divine




A low rank means a weak future.

Only a rare few achieve Divine Rank, and they are feared and revered alike.



After that, progression follows through World Grades — a separate scale of personal power:



I. Aspirant → II. Knight → III. Lord → IV. King → V. Emperor → VI. Supreme → VII. God/Goddess








 A Rare Exception





Humans are supposed to receive one element.

That’s the rule. That’s what’s natural.



But rarely — extremely rarely — someone receives two.

And if they manage to understand both at a high level, the system itself begins to break.



The rules no longer apply.






In a quiet, forgotten corner of Zhagrova Territory,

a boy has just completed his six-month period of isolation.



He did not receive fire, water, or wind.



He received Space.

And Time.



And he has fully understood them both.

His heart was a drum pounding in his ears.


The world blurred around him — trees, dirt, branches — all streaking by like a fever dream.


Behind him, the monster's footsteps echoed like thunder.


But then Kaelion noticed something far worse.


But with every pause, every shift in the wind — it was clear.


A predator savoring the fear of its prey.


Kaelion stumbled, rolled down a slope, and barely managed to scramble back to his feet.


Just the pounding of his own terrified heart.


Kaelion turned, though every part of him screamed not to.


Its massive, grotesque hands lifted her gently — mockingly.


She was still alive. But just barely. Too broken to resist.


The monster bit off her head like it was nothing but fruit.


And when the gorilla looked up at him —


The creature dropped what was left of her body.


Then, slowly, it began to walk toward him.


Kaelion turned and ran again, but the forest was no longer on his side.


The trees were closer. The path, narrower.


Branches tore at his arms. Sweat blinded his vision.


A sheer cliff wall rose in front of him.


Kaelion turned slowly, breath ragged, heart pounding.


His fingers tightened around the knife — useless.


Not with its mouth — but with its presence.


A crooked expression, a twisted joy in its posture.


Its bleeding eyes locked onto Kaelion's.


It was like watching a child delight in the squirming of an insect he's about to crush.


Chapter 5 - tears of despair