Three hundred years ago, cracks opened up all over the world — rifts that tore through the sky and ground, connecting our world to another: the realm of demons. Monsters and demons began pouring out without warning, spreading chaos and death wherever they went.
But even before that day, humanity had already possessed a mysterious force — Celestial Energy. It existed in rare individuals who were born with the capacity to awaken it, though few understood its true potential. When the rifts appeared, those who had trained their energy became humanity's last hope.
Still, at first, we were losing. The demons were powerful, endless, and organized. Entire cities fell before humanity managed to stand together. It wasn't until the strongest of the awakened — those we now call Guardians — rose up that the tide began to turn. They honed their energy into weapons, forged techniques, and drove the demons back to a single isolated continent.
Humanity could not destroy them completely, but with sacrifice and unity, they sealed them there. Yet the cracks never vanished. Some demons still slip through from time to time, and the corrupted energy from their world gave birth to dungeons — unstable places filled with monsters born of tainted celestial energy. These dungeons must be cleared regularly, or the creatures within will overflow and devour everything nearby.
And so, from the ashes of that age of chaos, those first heroes came together to form a single force — an order that would stand between our world and the rift forever.
They called it the Riftguard.
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My name is Michael Covar.
I awakened when I was ten.
My parents were ecstatic — it's rare to awaken that young — but their joy didn't last long. No matter how much I trained, my celestial energy never grew stronger. When my uncle, Smith, checked my status, he confirmed it: the thirty percent I had awakened was my limit.
It hurt… but not enough to stop me.
Even a small amount of energy increases your physical ability, and I refused to give up on my dream. I wanted to become a Guardian — one of the people who protect humanity, like those heroes from the legends. My parents supported me, but when my older sister was scouted to train with the Riftguard in the northern division, they had to move with her.
So I stayed behind — with my uncle Smith, a Guardian himself — to learn under his guidance. I was fourteen then.
Now, three years have passed. My control has improved a little, though not nearly enough. I've learned to channel my limited energy through my body, to move faster, hit harder, react quicker — small things, but progress nonetheless.
Soon, I'll be ready.
Or at least, I keep telling myself that.
Maybe I can't become one of those legendary Guardians who saved humanity centuries ago… but if there's even a chance I can protect someone, then that's enough reason for me to keep moving forward.