Prologue
[First Year of the Nightmare Spell]
The first year of the Nightmare Spell was nothing short of despair.
It was anything but peaceful. It was bleak. Ruined. Chaotic.
But even before that, humanity had long tossed aside morale and had dealt with their own chaos in the world.
At first, humans exchanged a dance of bombs and warfare. Their adversity seemed to have no bounds even as to neglect the innocent lives they so claim to have fought for. But their own violence proved to be too much that even nature felt inclined to join. A violence of its own that was a force to be reckoned with. Much of the earth gave up and showed no mercy to its inhabitants. Oceans swelled and swallowed the coasts, lands with cracked open jaws consumed much of valleys and mountains, nuclear winters sullied the world in a period of darkness, and long after the skies continued to shed its ashes.
Even by some miracle humanity found some stability amidst this chaos, the universe had different plans for it.
The Nightmare Spell.
An arcane magic system, a forbidden creation, and a doomed future was fated to plague the world with an unforgiving game of survival.
But one must wonder, did humanity find some solace in this mayhem.
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[Tenth Year of the Nightmare Spell]
A number of Awakened have increased. Their Aspect abilities assisted them in fighting back their homelands. Human civilizations slowly started to rise out of the forlorn ashes; militias regained their wits and strength to face the profaned beasts that roamed their lands.
But most of all, Immortal Flame's legacy had begun.
The first Awakened had become a Master. He was the white knight, the hero, the symbol of humanity. Like himself, the news spread like wildfire. The hope and glory of what humanity could achieve was presented around like some mythical fable.
Such hope spread throughout the world. Such faith on this newly Ascended warrior. To the far south where the last remaining Icelandic structure remained, to the other ends of the earth across vast oceans on distant lands, to even the slums and hidden crevices of the settlements, his ascendance was known to all. The responsibility that he took upon his shoulders on showing humanity a future full of promise. The possibility to conquer the world from the Nightmares altogether.
The Immortal Flame.
And then one early day, a boy was born. Through all of these propagated tales of the Immortal Flame, a boy cried when he entered the world. Yet his mother smiled. As well as his father and brother. A few years later, his sister would also be born and the smiles would cycle again.
But even so, the boy cried nonstop. Unaware of all these new joys and ambitions that sparked the hearts of many, his tears flowed out like a stream. He took his first breath into this new strange world contrast to his family's pleasantry smiles of this new birth. This new life.
The new promise of what was to come and what could be all because of one man.
The Immortal Flame.
"For the glory of humanity," people chanted.
The boy's blue eyes glistened with tears, stinging from the glaring lights overhead and enclosed cold atmosphere. He heard strange words spoken from afar and felt foreign hands grasp him. Who were they? Why was he here?
What was glory?
What was this world?
Why was he even born into it?
The mother softly kissed the baby's fair hair and hugged him close to her breast. She leaned down and pressed her forehead against his as she looked into his eyes.
"For the glory of humanity," the boy's mother whispered.
Poor boy.
Named after a burden he didn't know of.
Born to a world that seemed long forsaken.
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
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