Chapter 3: The world's History 2

After the death of the demon lord, chaos ensued as warriors from across the land raided his ominous castle. Amidst the rubble and ruins, one of the five Heroes stumbled upon a hidden chamber, shrouded in secrecy and cloaked in mystique. Within this clandestine enclave lay eight ancient mystic books, their contents veiled in arcane mystery, tantalizing but impenetrable to the uninitiated eye.

The Hero, unable to decipher the cryptic texts due to their lack of mixed blood, watched as the saint among them, a beacon of virtue and wisdom, claimed one of the tomes with determined resolve. Promising to unravel its secrets, she entrusted the remaining volumes to the safety of the palace treasure room, guarded with unwavering vigilance by two of her comrades.

Within the depths of the demon lord's stronghold, the Heroes unearthed a trove of perilous artifacts and treasures, relics of a bygone era steeped in dark magic and ancient lore. Among their discoveries were captured beasts, once loyal servants of the fallen lord, now imprisoned within the crumbling confines of his fortress. The castle, once a bastion of demonic power, now stood as a testament to the triumph of humanity over darkness—a relic of history destined to be whispered of in hushed tones for generations to come.

As the sands of time ebbed away, forty years passed in the wake of the demon lord's demise, marked by the extinction of his foul brethren at the hands of mortal men, guided by the whims of capricious deities. The five Heroes, their destinies entwined by fate's intricate design, dispersed to the four corners of the world, each forging their own path amidst the tapestry of existence.

The melee mage, wielding the arcane might of his ancestors, ascended to the pinnacle of magical prowess, assuming the mantle of principal at the prestigious magic academy—an esteemed position befitting his unrivaled mastery of the arcane arts.

The stalwart tank and valiant warrior, bound by duty and honor, stood sentinel over the palace treasury, their steadfast vigilance a bulwark against the tide of avarice and greed that threatened to engulf the kingdom. Though their task was arduous, the promise of wealth and security served as a worthy recompense for their unwavering loyalty.

Meanwhile, the lady saint, her heart heavy with the weight of untold secrets, retreated from the limelight of heroism, content to live amongst the common folk as a humble citizen, her past exploits relegated to the annals of legend.

Yet, amidst the tranquility of the post-war era, a shadow lingered—a specter of darkness born from the depths of human frailty and ambition. As kingdoms clashed and alliances fractured, the echoes of conflict reverberated across the land, staining the soil with the blood of the innocent.

And in the shadows, a sinister cabal lurked, its tendrils of influence spreading like a malignant cancer, sowing chaos and discord in its wake. Unbound by the decrees of gods or the laws of men, this malevolent organization struck fear into the hearts of all who dared oppose its insidious agenda.

Despite the decree that barred Heroes from participating in wars, the temptation of glory and the allure of power beckoned, threatening to ensnare even the noblest of souls in its seductive embrace. And so, as the world teetered on the brink of upheaval, the fate of humanity hung in the balance, poised between the light of hope and the darkness of despair, awaiting the dawn of a new era—an era fraught with uncertainty and rife with the promise of untold adventure and perilous trials.