World Of Erenoa

"I am tired!!".

He said, floating in the sky as he watched the nefarious scene unfold below.

Ashes of what is once was rose above, aiming to ascend and join the cloud particles as one. Blood trailed down the solid earth and drenched it in red.

Bodies of different races piled up on the ground, dismembered and disfigured. Buildings collapsed and fell beyond repair.

There was but destruction on the land without a hint of retribution to be done to the damaged earth.

"How did it come to this".

He was saddened. His obsidian black complexion glowed exceptionally in the presence of the moonlight as it held a deep sign of grief on his oval-shaped face, grief that came to be as a result of the scene he was bearing witness to.

From where he floated above, the cries of the helpless below reached his ears, begging for a way out of their hopeless predicament.

Despair had washed over the land, throwing the young, old, male, female, and all life forms that were of the weak category into a helpless state.

All they could do was run and hide away from that which seeks to claim their life at an untimely date.

"How!!!!".

Again, he asked. Precisely aware of how all this came to be, the start of it all.

It began with a kingdom-to-kingdom all-out war and escalated to a continental level until finally, the big guys were affected and forced to intervene.

Then, with the interference of the higher-ups, it stopped being a group war and eventually turned into an individual war.

This might sound like a good thing, but only to the ears of the ignorant.

In this world, power ranking is not as ordinary as it seems.

Some entities are capable of facing enemies that are ten times their numbers, and they won't break a sweat to defeat such enemies.

Those entities are what is referred to as sorcerers!

Sorcerers wield natural changing abilities that can change the course of nature such as letting rain fall when it shouldn't, moving from one location to another with a jaw-breaking pace, and punching a hole through solid rock with their bare fists.

There are some who take things up a notch by possessing the ability to turn over a kingdom, destroy a continent, mark their stigma on their planet for everything living to see, turn an ocean into dry land, cover the planet's surface and prevent the sun's radiation from descending on it.

And likewise are those with the power to raise an army with unwavering and unquestionable loyalty to their master. They become a one-man force.

Those abilities are what is referred to as traits. Aspects that a sorcerer develops upon awakening.

The trait of each sorcerer is dependent on the sorcerer's inherent prospect, and their growth is divided based on the potential the sorcerer has shown when it comes to the application of their sorcery trait in whatever circumstances they are.

Consequently, there are four classes of sorcery dictating the rank of the sorcerer, and each class different from the others in relation to increased physical ability and betterment of their sorcery traits.

Of all the sorcerers to exist, there are a special group of people exemplified from ordinary sorcerers known as bloodliners. And of those exemplary bloodliners, there stood four races with prominent and unusual bloodlines, unrivalled to the likes of ordinary sorcerers or other bloodliners.

Their bloodline imbues them with inherent traits upon awakening and said trait covers a vast range that the likes of an ordinary sorcerer cannot hope to achieve.

It should also be noted that the chances of eighty per cent of the world awakening as sorcerers are termed impossible.

The highest is less than one per cent of the world population. And of those one per cent, barely one per cent would make the cut to the second-class advancement much less the third or fourth-class advancement.

Another point is that the traits of sorcerers are not hereditary.

Indeed there have been instances where people of certain genetics awaken to the same sorcery traits, it should not be mistaken as hereditary or inheritable.

It is in fact a coincidence that has happened far too many times and hence considered as natural due to the number of available sorcerers.

Only the bloodliner can be guaranteed to awaken as sorcerers no matter what, and oftentimes we have ninety-nine per cent of bloodline sorcerer members all awaken as sorcerers with the same sorcery trait which is their bloodline trait.

In very rare cases does an individual who is of the bloodline does not awaken as a sorcerer. And even rare does an individual of the bloodline awaken to a sorcery trait different to what their bloodline trait possesses?

Another point to jot down is that while traits of sorcerers are often dynamic in that, individual A with no relation to individual B can awaken to the same sorcery trait as that of individual B.

"...!!!".

Two strangers with absolutely nothing to do with one another can awaken to the same sorcery trait.

The sorcery traits each sorcerer awakens to are not unique. It is widely spread and thus one can come into contact with several sorcerers each having the same ability yet no relation to each other, none whatsoever.

As for the bloodline sorcery trait, they are unique and only a sorcerer from the bloodline can use the trait of the bloodline.

This rule is a definite one that has never once been breached or gone against due to the physique exclusive to the bloodline sorcery.

Such is the setting of the world of Erenoa!

A world where individuals who by themselves are capable of bringing an entire civilization backed by years of history to an instant end.

In such a world where the outbreak of war was allowed, the weak who were not sorcerers beared the full grunt of the sorcerers.

An entire family was wiped out, their name cleansed off the records of Erenoa, and the battle rages on for millennials, taking with it lives that one had grown tired of counting.

A fierce world war later came to be termed through history as The Banquet.

Aware of those tribulations, he who stood and observed from above, decided it was best that he seeks out a new habitat.

One where the memories of war does not linger nor constantly craved.