Born not from the impossible—but from pain.From suffering, sacrifice, and tears.From cries swallowed by silence, and chaos that never ends.A world once built to thrive now drowns in despair,for despair always finds its way back.And from within this ruin, they rose—beings of paradox, chosen by the strings that guide.Carrying the power to cut through chaos itself.Shaped by trials, scarred by silence,they stood. They fought.Not a forgotten race by bloodline,nor erased by foreign hands—but by the lingering hope that refused to die in their souls.Will they fight through the chaos and evil,or will they crumble beneath the weight of their own pain?