As the ten newborn gods walked out of the great forest, they knew nothing about the world waiting for them.
They did not know who they were.
They did not know why they existed.
They only felt a strange force leading them forward.
Far above the clouds, Eric, the Hidden Creator, watched them in silence.
Then he turned and disappeared.
His children would have to find their own path.
In the northern part of the world stood a dark empire.
Inside its great hall sat six giant figures dressed in black robes.
Their bodies were tall.
Their faces showed no emotion.
Dark energy surrounded them like smoke.
They were known as the Northern Elders.
Long ago, they had been chosen to protect justice.
Their duty was simple.
If a powerful being used its strength to hurt the weak, they would step in and punish the offender.
But time changed them.
Power changed them.
Greed entered their hearts.
They stopped caring about justice.
Kings who were cruel paid them with gold.
Powerful warriors offered them treasures.
Demons made secret deals with them.
And the Northern Elders accepted it all.
They closed their eyes to suffering.
The weak cried for help.
No one came.
The strong bullied the weak without fear.
Entire villages were destroyed.
Families were sold into slavery.
Children were beaten.
The Northern Elders watched everything...
And did nothing.
Because of them, the north became a land where only power mattered.
Justice had become nothing more than an old story.
Far away in the southern part of the world stood another great empire.
There, six more Elders watched over the land.
Like their northern brothers, they were tall and surrounded by dark energy.
But their hearts had not changed.
They carried out their duty without fear or favor.
A cruel king was punished.
An evil warrior was judged.
A demon that harmed innocent people was hunted down.
No matter how powerful the criminal was, the Southern Elders would appear.
Because of this, peace lasted across much of the south.
People could sleep without fear.
Children laughed in the streets.
The weak knew someone would stand for them.
At that very moment, one of the Southern Elders slowly opened his eyes.
He looked toward the distant horizon.
"I sense it."
The other five looked at him.
"What is it?"
He stood up.
"Ten new gods have entered this world."
The hall became silent.
Another Elder closed his eyes and searched with his senses.
Then he nodded.
"They are moving together."
"They know nothing of this world."
The oldest Elder folded his arms.
"Watch them from a distance."
"If they choose the path of peace..."
"We will never interfere."
"But if they become tyrants..."
"We will judge them like everyone else."
At that same moment, in the north, the corrupt Elders also sensed the birth of the ten gods.
A cold smile appeared on the face of their leader.
"Ten gods..."
"If we can control them..."
"The entire world will belong to us."
The six Elders began to laugh.
Their laughter echoed through the dark hall like thunder.
Unaware of the danger ahead, the ten young gods continued their journey.
They had only just entered the world.
But already...
Two different forces were watching them.
One wished to protect them.
The other wished to use them.
The ten young gods walked together without knowing where they were going.
They had no memories of their birth.
They had no names.
They only knew that they should keep moving forward.
As they crossed mountains and rivers, many people stopped and stared at them.
Some felt peace when they looked at them.
Others felt fear because of the powerful aura surrounding their bodies.
Wild beasts that ruled the forests ran away the moment they sensed the ten gods.
Even powerful demons hiding in caves refused to come out.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months.
The ten gods continued their journey across the world.
Along the way, they saw many things.
They saw kingdoms where people lived happily.
They also saw villages where the strong bullied the weak.
Some people begged for food.
Some children cried because they had lost their parents.
The gods watched everything in silence.
Deep inside their hearts, questions began to grow.
"Why do people suffer?"
"Why do the strong hurt the weak?"
"Why is there so much pain in the world?"
No one could answer.
One evening, while standing on top of a hill, they noticed smoke rising into the sky from far away.
The tallest among them looked into the distance.
"A kingdom."
The others nodded.
Without saying another word, they began walking toward it.
As they drew closer, they saw broken houses and frightened people trying to rebuild their lives.
The streets were quiet.
Many faces were filled with sadness instead of joy.
The ten gods stopped at the entrance.
For reasons they could not explain, their hearts became heavy.
It felt as though the kingdom itself was crying.
A wooden sign stood beside the road.
Written across it were the words:
"Welcome to the Kingdom of Zamorthal."
The ten gods looked at one another.
None of them knew why...
But they all felt that this place would change their destiny forever.