Forged In Ashes
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The world was shaped by magic, not by men. Long before kingdoms rose and empires fell, there were the Spirits-ancient, unknowable beings of immense power. Some were as vast as the sky, stretching across the heavens like living storms. Others were as small as embers, flickering within the souls of mortals.
It was said that, millions of years ago, these Spirits fused with humanity, binding their essence to the very blood of the people. From that moment, every child was born with a Spirit Within, a force that granted them power beyond that of ordinary creatures. Some commanded the seas, bending water to their will. Others walked in flame, unburned, destruction in their grasp. The strongest could reshape the land itself, carving mountains and summoning tempests.
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