No one remembered the exact date.
Some said it was twenty years ago. Others claimed it was longer. But everyone agreed on one thing:
The sky split open first.
It wasn't war. Not a bomb. Not an alien invasion. Just… a fracture.
A tear in the sky.
From it came light—blinding, divine, beautiful.
And then came the screams.
People died without reason. Some vanished entirely. Others were torn apart by creatures that didn't seem to belong to this world—beings of smoke, bone, and raw emotion. They weren't animals. They weren't demons.
They were called Seraphim Echoes.
Monsters born from human grief, fear, and memory. They didn't just kill. They fed—on regret, on pain, on loss.
And humanity almost fell.
Until the first Soul Weapon awakened.
A woman in a collapsing city watched her daughter die in her arms. In that moment of despair, something awoke inside her. A sword, wreathed in flame and inscribed with myth. She swung it once.
And the monster in front of her was obliterated.
It was the birth of a new era.
Soul Weapons became humanity's last hope—manifestations of the self, forged from myth and emotion. No two weapons were the same. Some were based on legends—Excalibur, Durandal, Ame-no-Habakiri. Others were stranger, less known, tied to old cultures or even personal history.
But not everyone could awaken one.
You needed resonance. The right trauma. The right drive.
And sometimes… the right blood.
Governments fell. Nations fractured. Survivors built Fortresses—massive walled cities protected by soul wielders. Academies were formed to train new generations of wielders. Research began to understand the Echoes, The twisted and the source of the sky's fracture.
That source was later named:
The Seraphic Rift.
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In the present day, humanity lives in constant tension—between survival and collapse, between hope and extinction.
Soul wielders are heroes, weapons, and sometimes monsters themselves.
And somewhere, far beyond the walls of the remaining cities…
Now a boy with no will to live is walking through the ashes.
Carrying two soul weapons.
A sin. A miracle. A warning.
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To Be Continued.
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