The planet of Arken wasn't always soaked in mana.
Nineteen thousand years ago, it was just a barren world drifting in the silence of the void.
Then something changed.
Mana arrived, not gradually, but like a storm tearing through stillness. The land itself twisted. Mountains screamed. Oceans rose in revolt. Primitive creatures, human and others, were thrown into chaos as the world *awoke*.
Days passed. The mana remained.
It seeped into everything. Into air, into water, into blood. Some learned to wield it,others were consumed. The planet teetered between evolution and extinction.
And from this chaos, a new age began.
Civilizations rose each shaped by how they bent the mana to their will. Some sought harmony. Others sought domination. But all of them knew one truth:
Mana would either save them
Or destroy them.