An old and dark power awaken...

Crawling in the obscurity...

Leaving only darkness and corruption on its way...

Menacing the fragile peace era of the world...

No mortal organisation can do anything against such an eerie force.

Letting only the higher being able to turn the table.

But they don't bother themselves with the bad omens appearing here and there and continue to look indifferently at the worsening future of the inhabitants of their world, too narcissistic to lower themself to help some mere mortals and too full of themselves to fear anything...

But are really all of them like this?

No...

Some of them are taking disposition to fight against the evil.

Gathering in the shadows, hiding from the others, putting their position on the line to assemble ressources, intelligences and man power in foresight of an ever darker future

Betting everything they possess for the wellness of the mortals, these powerful beings seek fighters, fighters from their world and beyond! (actually only one of those being got the balls to go out of their world, still it counts)

And that's where we find Zell, a young man, who got the job offer of his live...

Or not.

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Warning: I'm a whimsical amateurish author with a strong tendency to produce horrible mistakes at random and unable to properlly follow what i plan, it often happen that i feel the urge to modify one, two or all the already published chapter just because i felt like something was wrong or because i didn't introduced something, etc.

Knowing this side of my personality, i can only advice you to consider each chapters as a 'work in progress' and this whole fiction as a 'big messy crash test construction designed by a dead drunk engineer and using toddler in diapers as workforce' where i conduct some tests, adjustments or total rebuilds depending on my always changing mood.

Read at your own discretion.