No one knows exactly when the Earix Mark first appeared, but legends say it existed since ancient times. The mark is said to choose individuals at random, gifting them unique abilities. Some marks enhance strength, others manipulate elements, and a rare few can even alter reality itself. Over time, those with the mark, called Earixonators, formed their own factions—some seeking peace, others craving power. Society either feared or worshipped them, leading to battles between good and evil.

The night sky stretched endlessly above, stars blinking like distant embers. A cool breeze whispered through the tall grass as you lay on the ground, arms behind your head, feeling the earth’s steady presence beneath you. Beside you, Corbyn your best friend and have Earix Mark on his tongue, sighed, his fingers idly tracing patterns in the dirt, while Zach your other best friend and have Earix Mark on his left eye, absentmindedly tossed a small rock into the air, catching it each time with ease, his movements almost rhythmic. Three of you are part of Marked Uniques, a group for those whose Earix Mark appears in unusual places.

Corbyn stared up at the sky, his voice quiet but filled with longing.

"Sometimes I wonder… if there’s a world where we don’t have to fight."

Zach scoffed, his lips twisting into a wry smirk as he let the rock fall into his palm with a soft thud. He turned his head slightly, glancing at Corbyn with a mix of skepticism and amusement.

"Keep dreaming. This world’s a battlefield, and we’re stuck in it whether we like it or not."

Before anyone could respond, a distant explosion shattered the peaceful silence. The deep rumble vibrated through the ground beneath you, followed by a burst of red light streaking across the horizon—another clash between Earixonator factions.