In the year 970 Before the Destruction of the Cosmic Wall, the earth was divided into kingdoms and empires. The stronger kingdom ruled over the weaker one, and the stronger empire ruled over both kingdoms and empires beneath it.
The world was living through a time known as The Crimson Rain, a period during which the sun hadn't risen for centuries. This was due to the rampant killing and destruction across the land… and due to the wrath of the ruler of the Crimson Moon, the entire cosmos wept crimson tears.
Did the kings or emperors fear this omen? No. Instead, they became more savage and cruel… killing became their daily hobby.
But nothing lasts forever… there must be someone to erase the core of this destruction. And that core was the kingdom of Kondaem, the root of evil, or rather—Hell itself. Everything that had happened was because of it. Strangely, there were other kingdoms that could rival or even destroy it… yet none of them ever interfered.
Among the terrifying and powerful empires capable of wiping out continents were: the Empire of the Hunters, the Empire of Atlas, and the Empire of the Black Cathedral…
But none of them reacted… they merely watched from the cracks of Hell, enjoying the drops of the crimson rain.
Until he came—the terrifying one. The one who stopped the rain that had lasted for centuries and put an end to this madness… the one who emerged from the Cosmic Wall, the one who appeared from the Black Lamp of Hell, the Emperor born from nothingness…
One day, a figure appeared in the sky… all the kingdoms and empires could see him. His hair was long and black like an endless night that not even the sun could ever erase. He wore a black mask, with crimson tears flowing from its eyes. His robe was long and black, inscribed with letters from the language of Hermes. His sword was massive, angular, and colored black and crimson.
The mysterious man, who had emerged from nothing, turned his gaze toward the Kingdom of Kondaem, which had absorbed the Kingdom of Estoktzom, a kingdom that had been divided into nine districts, weakening it and making it an easy target for Kondaem.
At that moment, all the kingdoms and empires issued a cosmic alarm—everyone locked themselves inside their homes, waiting for the disaster that was surely about to unfold.
The ruler of Kondaem, a man named Joseph, stared at the mysterious figure from the rooftop of his palace, swallowing hard with terror in his eyes as he muttered:
"It seems the Book of Landris was not lying after all… someone will appear from the Cosmic Wall and bring down one of the kingdoms… and it appears to be ours."
The mysterious figure's eyes lit with intense fury as he launched himself toward the Kingdom of Estoktzom with unimaginable speed. He slaughtered everyone—women, children, soldiers, even kings. No one stood in his way—evil or good. For him, annihilation carried a deeper meaning: to rebuild everything anew and erase the root of evil completely.
He turned the Victorian and Gothic palaces into mere dust with a single move… a group of powerful mages and warriors attacked him, but he erased them all with a single strike.
He raised his sword and unleashed a terrifying wave that tore through sound itself, making sound seem like a child's toy in comparison. The wave annihilated everyone in the Kingdom of Kondaem—over two million soldiers were crushed instantly.
But from beneath the rubble, someone crawled out—it was King Joseph. He lifted his head slightly, looking at the mysterious figure, retreating like a rat as he begged and sobbed like a wretched coward:
"Please forgive me… please forgive me, O Glorious One… take everything, just let me live!"
He pleaded, but it was in vain… the mysterious figure's crimson eyes glowed brighter. He grasped Joseph's neck from afar using the power of Sovereign's Authority.
Then the mysterious man spoke, his voice corrupting the cosmic air itself:
"Beg in the depths of Hades, rat. What you built upon blood shall collapse only through blood. You are the final breath of a kingdom that the stars have rejected since ancient times."
And with a single motion, he exploded Joseph into pieces—his remains scattered across the entire cosmos. The drops of crimson rain froze in the air. The earth quaked violently. The clouds parted, and the sun—long forgotten—shone once more.
Even the Crimson Moon watched him from afar. The beast that lived on the moon fled, retreating to the other side of its sphere.
The people came out of their homes in joy, some laughing and crying at the same time, giving thanks to the mysterious man who emerged from the depths of nothingness—doing what none of the kingdoms or empires had dared to do due to their own interests…
But behind the curtains, some kingdoms and empires stared into a future dimension—one that would destroy everything they had built over countless eras…
The mysterious figure made the destroyed Kingdom of Estoktzom his own. He welcomed anyone who wished to be part of it. Many came—some even abandoned their own kingdoms to join this new realm…
He declared himself the Emperor of this kingdom—its first ruler—and the people named him: "The Light Amidst the Crimson."
The Emperor appointed nine powerful assistants, known as the Nine Kings. Each one of them was strong enough to bring down an entire kingdom alone, without even an army.
During the reign of the First Emperor, he destroyed the old system of conquest—where kingdoms were enslaved, and pointless trade ruled all.
This era became known as the Golden Age, thanks to the prosperity he brought. After several centuries, the First Emperor mysteriously vanished, and his first daughter inherited the throne, becoming the Second Emperor and continuing her father's legacy.
After an age passed, the rule reached the Fifth Emperor, one of the greatest of all. Some even compared him to the First Emperor in power and terrifying courage. But he had one great hatred: hatred of war. In his first address as Emperor, he declared:
"War is a terrifying thing. But to the strong, it is as light as a morning meal or a sip of water. To me, it is nothing but a waste of time and lives."
It was a grand speech delivered by the Fifth Emperor—who referred to himself as The Nameless Emperor. Only his beloved knew his true name.
One day, during the reign of the Nameless Emperor, the Kingdom of Kondaim was being rebuilt once more by the grandson of King Joseph, who had received help from the Kingdom of Armad. He had survived the kingdom's destruction because he was in another land with his mother.
The matter reached the Nameless Emperor, which made him smile — but with rage. That terrifying night, both the Kingdom of Armad and the revived Kondaim prepared for an attack. But suddenly, the Nameless Emperor appeared before them, causing some soldiers to wet themselves in fear.
He spoke in a cold tone while swinging his sharp sword:
"What the grandfather did, the heir shall repeat…"
The Nameless Emperor erased them from the cosmic map and uttered the same legendary words his grandfather, the First Emperor, had once declared:
"What you built on blood shall fall only by blood… You are the final breath of a kingdom long rejected by the stars."
After the chaos subsided and everything returned to normal… the Emperor married his beloved and had twin sons: the first was named Lundis, and the second Abraham.
They were strikingly beautiful—one with blue eyes, the other with red. Their hair was different: Lundis had long white hair that reached his shoulders, while Abraham had long black hair.
There was always a sense of rivalry between them, a constant competition. Abraham often won due to his sharp intellect, whereas Lundis relied purely on brute strength.
The Nameless Emperor lived in a palace far from the kingdom of Estoktzom, perched atop the towering mountain of Lomankad…
Beneath this mountain was a small village inhabited by a man and his own group—loyal to the Kingdom of Estoktzom.
One rainy day, as crimson rain fell once again, the Nameless Emperor looked up at the clouds as they sped through the skies, forming a dreadful smile directed at him. Something horrific was about to happen.
He spoke with a voice laced with dread and suspicion:
"It seems the rain welcomes a new cosmic massacre. Let's see what it is."
No sooner had he spoken than a loud explosion echoed from the ground floor. He appeared there like a bolt of lightning, finding three ominous, dark-robed figures.
Lundis and Abraham, who had been training in the lower floors, rushed in. They were both 18 years old.
"Looks like we have some very unwelcome guests," said the Emperor in a dark, gruff voice.
"Forgive me, Emperor," said one of the intruders mockingly, "I couldn't find the door, so I blew it up—and brought something with me too."
He pulled something out from beneath his cloak.
It was his wife's head.
"What do you think of the gift, Emperor?" he said, waving the head around as he laughed.
The Emperor's aura erupted with such overwhelming rage that half the palace exploded. Lundis and Abraham were frozen in shock. Fury flowed through their veins. Lundis, overcome with grief, charged at them crying.
"Lundis, stop!" Abraham shouted. But he didn't listen.
As Lundis attacked, a black wave materialized behind them—so swift that even the Emperor couldn't sense it. It hurled the twins out of the palace into an empty wasteland below.
That wasteland was, in fact, directly above the small village. Lundis and Abraham crashed to the ground. As they tried to get up, the cloaked intruders stomped them down violently.
Lundis looked up and saw his father impaled by a cursed sword wielded by a massive figure, twisting it mercilessly in his gut. He screamed and tried to rise, but couldn't. Abraham attempted to use magic, but one of the intruders severed his hand in a flash.
"Watch how your loving father dies, hahahaha!" the mysterious attacker mocked, his laughter maddening.
The sword he used could mimic its wielder's movements—a forbidden blade of Hades. The Emperor was paralyzed, forced to watch in horror.
Then, the attacker removed his mask.
It was King Jin Li, the first king.
The twins were shocked. The Emperor, bleeding out, listened as Jin Li spoke while tearing his chest apart:
"This is your end, Emperor who hated war. You were just a needle blocking our path—a path of wealth and power… a path of interest."
"Your father, the First Emperor, and my grandfather destroyed everything for peace. But I, Jin Li… I will create the peace I desire."
He then severed the Emperor's internal arteries, pulled out his heart, devoured it in front of his sons, and exploded his head into pieces.
Turning to the twins, he laughed as he chewed on the heart:
"How was the show, boys?"
Lundis, furious beyond comprehension, struggled to rise. His eyes began to turn golden. But Jin Li kicked him in the head with such force that he went limp instantly.
"What should we do with them, my King?" asked one of the dark kings.
"Take Abraham. He's a valuable key. As for the other… dispose of him."
Abraham tried to get up but was struck in the neck so hard he coughed up blood and blacked out.
Lundis's wrath caused the earth itself to tremble. He rose from under the attacker's boot and tried to strike the man who had hurt his brother. But Jin Li grabbed Lundis by the throat.
They were now at the edge of the mountain, staring into the abyss.
"You… damn it, you have to die!" Jin Li growled, visibly terrified by something dark within Lundis's soul.
And so, he cut off Lundis's head and hurled him off the mountain.
The giant king—King IV—who was carrying Abraham, looked on in disbelief, as did the other two kings.
"Why did you do that?"
"I'll explain later. For now… we must pray he's truly dead."
And the four kings left for the Kingdom of Estoktzom, carrying an immensely valuable hostage with them…
Elsewhere…
Lundis awoke, gasping for breath, in a street that looked distinctly Victorian… massive cathedrals loomed overhead, the crimson moon painted the sky, and the screams of lurking beasts made even the bravest wet themselves in fear.
Lundis had no idea where he was…
As he stood there in confusion, a mysterious voice echoed from the void:
"Welcome, oh un-crowned Emperor, to the First Nightmare."