A thousand years ago, a colossal battle was fought—a battle to save the world from a devastating evil. The enemy was a devil, bent on destroying all life. The forces of God, humanity, and other races united against this threat. The devil was close to defeat, but suddenly, a mysterious power surged forth from him, turning the tide. A blinding light appeared, forcing God, humans, and other beings to retreat.
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Current Timeline:
In a quiet garden,
(Beneath a canopy of emerald leaves, the garden unfolds like a dream stitched from the breath of ancient myths. Vibrant azaleas and rhododendrons bloom in riotous shades of pink, magenta, and crimson, their clustered blossoms forming a lush sea around the winding path of crimson torii gates — each one a silent sentinel to a realm just beyond the veil of the mundane.
Among the blossoms, birds flit like jewels come alive — a peacock with feathers of sapphire and emerald dances near the entrance, while sunbirds, glowing like embers, dip in and out of the flowers. The air hums with the distant trill of unseen nightingales and the wind-chime-like calls of silver herons resting on the stone lanterns.
And there, among the mist and petals, glides a mythical creature — a kitsune, foxlike and radiant, with nine silken tails trailing light as it moves. Its fur shimmers between hues of snow and starlight, and its violet eyes glimmer with secrets older than time. Perched on a branch above it is a Ho-oh, the legendary phoenix of harmony and rebirth, its wings glowing gold and scarlet, leaving trails of light with every beat.
This garden is not merely a place — it is a passage, a sacred threshold where nature and the spirit world intertwine, where the whispers of forgotten gods still echo through rustling leaves and the soft fall of petals.)where a boy lay sleeping beneath the trees. A girl approached him softly.
"Yohan, wake up! We have to prepare for the entrance exam. But first, we must meet our master, Yama," she said.
Yohan stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Sansa, what are you talking about? Entrance exam? Master Yama? What's going on? Is something wrong with Master.... Ahhhhhhh?"
She stood barefoot on cold stone, untouched by it, as if the earth itself dared not question her presence. Clad in a flowing black kurta, subtly embroidered with silver droplets that shimmered like falling starlight, Sansa carried herself with the poise of a princess and the stillness of a storm waiting to break.
Sansa moved like a whisper of silk through grass of the garden. She stood tall and poised, her every gesture measured with the grace of goddess raised on secrets and surrounded by flowers of cerry blossoms . Her long , raven dark hair was a curtain of obsidian black, so dark it shimmered violet beneath torchlight, flowing down her back in sharp, angular waves like the edge of a petals .
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He looked at her, just for a moment — and forgot how to breathe.
There was something in her eyes. Not just beauty — no, beauty was too small a word for it. Those eyes weren't made to be described; they were made to be felt. As if the world paused when they blinked, as if time itself waited for their gaze.
"If she ever showed me the world through her eyes," he thought, "I'd rather stay blind."
Because nothing — not the stars, not the sea, not the sky at dusk — could compare. No pair of eyes should be allowed to be that beautiful. It felt unfair, and he said with embraced ," stop it don't look like this ."
He imagined the people who crossed her path. Those who caught her glance and smiled like they'd been given something sacred. He knew — they must have fallen a little in love. But not one of them would dare say it out loud. Because how do you love something that looks straight through you, into your soul?
Those eyes weren't just light — they were depth. A quiet descent into someplace only she knew. And if you weren't careful, you'd drown in them.
So he looked away, not out of shame, but survival.
At her side, the black fabric of her garment swayed gently with her breath, yet gave no hint of fragility. Like a midnight flame—dark, unseen by most, but deadly to those who ignored its heat—Sansa was not a girl easily understood. She was a secret dressed in shadow, a question the stars themselves were still trying to answer.
Those who underestimated her charm did so at their peril.
Sansa scolded him lightly, "You silly boy, just come with me. No questions. It's an order."
When Sansa spoke, her voice was low and smooth, like velvet dipped in venom. Her words were never wasted, her silence even more dangerous than her speech. There was something in her presence that made people instinctively step aside — not out of fear, but reverence laced with the threat of ruin.
Without another word, Yohan followed her.
As they walked, Yohan asked, "By the way, Sansa, what do you think about me?"
Sansa glanced at him and smiled, "What about you, Yohan?"
"Hm... do you think I can pass the entrance exam without any trouble?"
Sansa placed a finger gently on his lips. "Don't say that. Why doubt yourself? Trust in the heavens—they have gifted you with a power others cannot see. One day, it will reveal itself."
"Let's see what happens," Yohan said with a hopeful smile.
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They arrived at a small house where an old man was watering plants.
"Master, we're here!" Yohan and Sansa called together.
"Welcome, welcome, Sansa and Yohan," the old man said warmly. "Before you take the entrance exam, you must first undergo the Magic Test."
And together they entered old house.. house was looked like ,
(The scent of burnt wood lingered in the air, a quiet echo of meals long since shared and stories whispered by firelight. The hearth sat at the heart of the cabin — not just a source of warmth, but a silent witness to time. Its stones were rough and blackened from years of loyal service, still cradling a faint orange glow beneath the soot and ash, as if the fire refused to fully die out.
Above the mantle, iron skillets hung like relics of a forgotten rhythm, their darkened faces telling tales of stew and survival. Bundles of dried herbs drooped from the rafters, releasing subtle hints of sage and thyme whenever the wood creaked with the shifting of wind or weight.
Every object had a purpose. No space was wasted. The shelves sagged with jars of preserves and humble earthenware. Copper mugs, wooden spoons, and a clay pot with its lid slightly askew stood at attention, untouched yet never truly idle. A pair of worn brooms rested by the wall, handles smoothed by hands that no longer swept.
The floorboards groaned under the weight of memory, warped with age and warmth. A single chair — handwoven and scarred — sat angled just enough to suggest someone had recently risen from it. Nearby, a rug lay crooked on the floor, its frayed ends telling of years trodden by boots and bare feet alike.
Sunlight pushed its way through a curtained window, striking gold off the dust in the air. It was the kind of room that didn't need people to feel alive. It remembered them.)
They talk about their day and going for Magicka where they can test their magic level ...
Together, they approached a old room filled with ancient artifacts.
The Master began, "This world is not as it once was—before the devil's attack. After that war, Heaven bestowed gifts upon us—powers to protect ourselves."
He explained the nature of these gifts:
"There are different types of power in this world:
Elemental Powers: Fire, Ice, Lightning, Wind
Special Powers: Rare and powerful, only 10% of users possess these, mainly the royal families.
To measure your power, we use a magical instrument that shows your power level by color:
Color Power Level (Grade)
Red A Grade (Superior)
Yellow B Grade
Blue C Grade
Green D Grade
The continent where we live is called Pangea. It is divided into four regions, each ruled by a powerful family. I know little of the others, but our king is Xia Shoung Ji, from the Zhou Family—one of the strongest dynasties. Legend says the first king of Zhou was the one who struck down the cursed demon in the ancient battle. This region is named after him: Zhou."--
At the House of Magicka, many participants had gathered for the test.
Suddenly, a knight appeared, accompanied by his subordinates. He had long hair, a stern and aggressive look, and wielded a sword. This was Judas Larsa, captain of the 11th squad and a member of the royal House of Windsor. His power was a gift from Heaven, and he was known for his ruthless nature.
As Judas took the stage, whispers spread:
"That's Judas Larsa of the House of Windsor—the captain of the 11th squad. Only royal family members can become captains."
Judas addressed the crowd:
"Long ago, the royal family fought against the devil and sealed it away. But about a hundred years ago, demons began to reappear, rampaging and killing innocents. It became impossible to control with manpower alone. So the king and royal family decided to train warriors and give everyone the chance to protect our people.
The entrance exam has three steps:
1. Magic Test: Those who score A grade or above pass immediately. Below A grade must proceed to step two. It done when you came here
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When Yama and Yohan , Sansa came here , they gone through a Magicka test and Yohan got black colour it represent no magic but also hoped for black Magicka and Sansa get Red .
2. Forest Hunt: Participants must hunt attacking beasts and collect points. Different beasts have different grades.
Grade Points
A 5
B 3
C 2
D 1
3. Squad Selection: Based on points from steps one and two, you may be selected for a squad. Those with over 60 points choose their squad freely; others are assigned by the captains.
Now, with that said, I declare...
The Entrance Exam begins!"