Originate - Season 1

Prologue

Prologue

The earth trembled as if the very foundations of reality were cracking open. In the midst of a world that had once been predictable, an unthinkable terror erupted from the ground itself. The Exelistis—creatures born of myth and metal, sent by gods twisted with ancient grudges—rose from the depths of the earth like monstrous harvesters of fate.

In Lyca, a once peaceful town now transformed into a battleground, chaos reigned. People screamed as the ground split open, revealing these mechanical giants. With a single, unfeeling gaze, the Exelistis assessed humanity with an impassive, analytical precision. The fortunate few who were deemed "Accepted" were whisked away, their fates sealed in the cold embrace of transformation. The rest, the "Rejected," faced a far grimmer end.

I remember the day with a clarity that is almost painful. My best friend's final scream echoed in my ears as she was deemed unworthy and discarded like refuse. I stood frozen, terror and disbelief mingling in my chest. When the Exelistis machine turned its gaze upon me, its single eye bore into my soul. Its voice, mechanical and devoid of warmth, intoned a single word: "Accepted."

What did it mean? I had no time to ponder. The world spun into darkness, and when I awoke, the landscape of my life had irrevocably changed.

War had erupted. It was not between nations or ideologies but between those chosen by the Exelistis and those forsaken. The city of Tarta, the birthplace of my torment, now lay scarred by conflict. The "Accepted" wielded new powers, their humanity intertwined with metal and myth, while the "Rejected" formed desperate factions to survive.

Among the chaos, I found myself branded as a Chimera—a designation that marked me as one of the rare, enhanced beings. My new form, both a blessing and a curse, made me a weapon in a world that had become a battlefield of survival.

But survival is not merely about enduring. It is about understanding the new order imposed upon us. The Exelistis were not just agents of destruction; they were instruments of a divine judgment that reshaped our very essence. As I grapple with my new identity, I am haunted by the loss of my friend and the shifting allegiances that now define our fractured society.

In this new world, the only certainty is that we must adapt, fight, and endure. For in the ruins of our former lives, we must forge a new path—one that may yet reveal the true nature of our evolution and the hidden motives of the gods who set this cataclysmic game in motion.

This is the beginning of my story, and of many others. The Exelistis have come. We are their chosen or their victims. And in the crucible of this war, we will either find our redemption or face our annihilation.