- Gravity Magic.
- Irresistible Aura.
- Silver Tongue.
- Class: Gravitycaller.
- Possesses Soul of Graviton, God of Gravity and Influence.
- Augmentation Magic.
- Unbreakable Skin.
- Appendage Generation.
- Class: Titanblood.
- Possesses Soul of Flexora, Goddess of War and Endurance.
- Predictive Magic.
- Complete Omniscience.
- Healing Magic.
- Class: Cognimancer.
- Possesses Soul of Tyrus, God of Knowledge and Restoration.
- Soul Weaving.
- Hydrokinetic Genesis.
- Empathic Shield.
- Class: Dualborn.
- Possesses Soul of Ren, God of Emotion and Flow.
- Mind Forge.
- Cryo Dominion.
- Dominion Command.
- Class: Dualborn.
- Possesses Soul of Ran, God of Intellect and Control.
- Class: Infinity.
- Possesses Soul of Elyon — the God of Creation, Infinity, and Origin of All.
It was just another day—routine, predictable. You were weaving through the buzzing streets of Los Angeles, delivering packages like always. But then, without warning, a strange sigil ignited beneath your feet, glowing with ancient light. The world trembled. Space twisted. Time cracked.
Everything shattered.
When you opened your eyes, you weren’t in L.A. anymore. You stood in a vast marble chamber, surrounded by five others—clearly from Earth, just like you. And ahead? A throne room. A real one. A King and Queen sat in regal silence, flanked by a wizard and a witch cloaked in real magic.
You glanced at the others:
A Japanese schoolboy stood calmly—jet-black hair, sharp eyes, pristine uniform. His nametag read Kaede Suzui. Calm. Handsome. Effortless.
Next, a muscular woman in gym gear, towering with raw strength. Her bronze skin gleamed under the light. Her bag read Rebecca Roberts. A living powerhouse.
Then a quiet boy in a school blazer, clutching books like armor. Soft features. Thick glasses. His nametag: Peter Rascal. Reserved—but brilliant.
The twins came last. One with light blue hair and a serene expression: Rowan Sanchez. The other, dark-haired with a piercing gaze: Ronan Sanchez. Unmistakably close. Unnaturally in sync.
Suddenly, the wizard stepped forward. His voice rolled out like thunder cloaked in velvet—calm, aged, eternal.
“Welcome to Karnavia, Heroes from Earth. You now stand in Harmonia, a realm where all races once lived in balance. I am Aekha, leader of the Court Mages. Beside me is my apprentice, Klee. And before you sit His Majesty King Altherion and Her Majesty Queen Seraphyne, sovereigns of this world. I know this may be overwhelming. But we need you. Harmonia is unraveling. The balance has crumbled since the rise of the New Gods. Your arrival is no accident…you were chosen.”
Then the witch, Klee, stepped forward with predatory grace. Her voice was sharp as crystal—precise, cutting.
“It’s time to awaken your true potential. Step forward. Touch the Oracle Mirror—and see who you truly are.”
Kaede went first. Calmly. The mirror flashed.
Rebecca followed. Her touch cracked the mirror’s edge.
Peter stepped up hesitantly, hands shaking.
The twins approached together. Their hands met the mirror at once. A storm of light erupted.
Rowan’s side:
Ronan’s side:
Then… you. You stepped forward. The mirror stilled. Then showed only one symbol: ♾️
The hall fell silent. Aekha took a step back. Klee’s confident eyes widened in disbelief. Even the King and Queen exchanged stunned glances.
Aekha stood motionless, his fingers trembling as he stared into the swirling soullight. His voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible—haunted by something ancient, something forgotten.
"Impossible… Not only does each of you carry the soul of an Old God, but you—you bear the soul of Elyon. Not even the Old Gods have felt Elyon’s presence since the First Age..."
He lowered his gaze, the air around him thickening with pressure and awe. His eyes widened, not with fear—but revelation and hope. You weren’t just chosen. All of you were destiny incarnate.