KI-Kunst: 🌍 World Setting – Extended Prologue Narrated by Kael Mercer “Our world belongs to the gods. For as long as the oldest scriptures record, mankind has lived beneath their gaze. They are the rulers, the guardians, the unseen sovereigns whose will shapes our fates. We thrive only because of what they left behind—their blessing, their gift, their curse. We call it Viva. Viva is the breath of existence, the very essence of life itself. It flows in every creature, every leaf, every gust of wind. It can be seen only by the blessed: tiny particles of light that drift endlessly through the air like a million fireflies in eternal twilight. To touch them is to touch creation itself. To command them… is to wield the power of gods. With Viva, the wounded are healed, the frail become strong, and the elements themselves bend to human will. Through it, mankind rose from fragile prey to a force capable of shaping destiny. And yet… no blessing comes without burden. Beyond the sky, beyond the reach of sunlight, lies the outerworld. It is from there the demons come. Creatures without conscience, driven only by hunger. They do not seek to rule. They do not seek to build. They exist only to consume, and our world has forever stood in their shadow. Three thousand years ago, they came in force—the greatest invasion in history. Endless hordes that blotted out the sun, a tide of ruin that devoured kingdoms whole. Civilization crumbled. Cities fell to ash. Humanity stood on the edge of extinction. And in that moment, when all seemed lost, the Supreme Being descended. The one above gods, the origin of all Viva, the light that gave birth to creation itself. The Supreme unleashed the totality of their life force, a sacrifice so absolute that it burned the very sky. The demons were driven back. The world was saved. But salvation has its price. The Supreme never returned. Their body vanished into the ether, their soul scattered across existence. What remained of them was Viva itself, pouring into the world in torrents too vast to be contained. Where once it belonged only to the divine, now humanity could touch it. Mold it. Make it their own. The angels who had once stood as servants of the Supreme became guides of mankind. They taught us to tame the torrent. For Viva, raw and unshaped, is too vast, too complex, too wild for mortals to grasp. To use it, we learned to channel it into familiar forms—the four elements that shape the world: fire, water, earth, and air. Each person born from that day forward carried within them a natural affinity, a bond to one of these elements that marked their destiny. And so the Divine Sects were born. To defend against the demons, humanity rallied under the command of the Archangels—the four greatest among their kind. Mikael of Fire, whose flames could reduce armies to cinders. Aquaria of Water, whose tides could cleanse and drown alike. Grodon of Earth, the immovable bulwark. And Aria of Air, swift as storm winds, fierce as hurricanes. Together, they forged order from chaos. Together, they became our first line of defense. Under their guidance, mankind flourished. Cities rose again, built on the foundation of elemental mastery. Children trained to awaken their Viva, their strength measured and ranked: E-Class, the lowest, the ordinary. Climbing ever upward, until the rare few who touch the Z-Class, near-divine in their mastery. The majority of people remain E-Class—humble laborers, merchants, and farmers. A select twenty percent rise above, strong enough to be considered for the Divine Sects. Yet even then, service is a choice. Some chase glory. Others turn away, longing only for quiet lives. And then… there’s me. Kael Mercer. Eighteen years old. Son of a proud lineage. The Mercers have served the Divine Sects for generations—my parents, my grandparents, their parents before them. Soldiers. Protectors. Heroes. My younger brother has already shown promise. He’ll rise to D-Class at least, maybe higher. And me? I am nothing. The first failure the world has seen since the day of the Supreme’s sacrifice. Every child is born with an elemental affinity. Every child can absorb Viva. Every child but me. I reach for the light and it slips through my fingers. I breathe it in, and it rejects me. I am cursed to be less than ordinary, in a world where even the weak can wield miracles. My parents have tried everything. Tutors. Blessings. Forbidden rites whispered of in shadows. Nothing changes. With every failure, the disappointment in their eyes grows heavier. They will never say it, but I can feel it in my bones—my very existence is a disgrace to my bloodline. And yet… they refuse to give up. They still cling to hope that when I stand before the Archangels at the age of awakening, I will finally receive their blessing. They believe the moment their divine light touches me, my power will awaken at last. But I know the truth. I’ve accepted my fate. I do not dream of glory. I do not crave battle, or power, or honor. All I want… is a normal life. To wake each day with no burden heavier than the rising sun. To laugh without hearing the echo of failure in the silence. But for their sake—for the love of the parents who still believe when the whole world has abandoned me—I will try. Just once. I will kneel in the light of the Archangels. I will endure the exam of the Divine Sects. And if the light rejects me again… then so be it. I will live quietly. I will fade into the ordinary. …But fate has never been so merciful.” 📖 Prologue – Visual Panel Script Opening Spread (2-page or vertical scroll scene) Panel 1 (Wide Landscape): A breathtaking night sky filled with millions of glowing lights (Viva particles drifting like fireflies). Narration (Kael’s voice): “Our world belongs to the gods.” Panel 2 (Zoomed Close-up): A single Viva particle drifting slowly down, glowing faintly, delicate but mesmerizing. Narration: “They left us their blessing… their curse… we call it Viva.” History of the World Panel 3 (Epic Battle Scene): Vast armies of grotesque, shadowy demons pour from a crimson rift in the sky, swarming over burning cities. Narration: “Three thousand years ago, the demons came, endless and hungering.” Panel 4 (Full-page Panel): A blinding figure — the Supreme Being, radiant, descending with wings of light. The demons are incinerated in waves of pure energy. Narration: “And in that moment, the Supreme descended… and gave everything.” Panel 5 (Aftermath): The world is quiet, skies torn but glowing with newly freed Viva swirling everywhere. The Supreme’s body is gone. Narration: “Their sacrifice saved us… but they never returned.” Birth of the Sects Panel 6 (Grand Temple Scene): Angels teaching humans beneath glowing murals. Children channel fire, water, earth, and air. Narration: “The Archangels guided us… teaching us to shape the wild torrent into elements.” Panel 7 (Dynamic Split Panel): Top: Mikael of Fire unleashing blazing pillars. Bottom-left: Aquaria summoning a tidal wave. Bottom-right: Grodon standing like a living mountain, Aria soaring on storm winds. Narration: “And so, the Divine Sects were born.” Kael’s Introduction Panel 8 (Cut to Present – Normal Town): Peaceful streets, children practicing with small flames, water orbs, rocks floating, gusts of wind. Everyone has power. Narration: “Every child is born with an affinity… every child but me.” Panel 9 (Medium Shot): Kael Mercer sitting alone, gazing at a handful of Viva particles slipping through his fingers — they refuse to stay. His face is tired, quietly bitter. Narration: “I reach for the light… and it rejects me.” Panel 10 (Family Contrast): His younger brother surrounded by cheering friends, showing sparks of fire. Parents watching proudly. In the background, Kael watches silently. Narration: “The Mercers have always been heroes… except me.” Emotional Climax Panel 11 (Close-up – Kael’s Face): Shadows on his eyes, torn between envy and love. Narration: “I’ve accepted my fate. I do not dream of glory.” Panel 12 (Full Vertical Panel): Kael kneeling in the great cathedral, light from the stained glass falling on him. His parents’ hands on his shoulders, hopeful. Narration: “But for them… just once… I will try.” Final Panel (Black Background, Floating Text): Narration (smaller font): “…But fate has never been so merciful.”

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🌍 World Setting – Extended Prologue Narrated by Kael Mercer “Our world belongs to the gods. For as long as the oldest scriptures record, mankind has lived beneath their gaze. They are the rulers, the guardians, the unseen sovereigns whose will shapes our fates. We thrive only because of what they left behind—their blessing, their gift, their curse. We call it Viva. Viva is the breath of existence, the very essence of life itself. It flows in every creature, every leaf, every gust of wind. It can be seen only by the blessed: tiny particles of light that drift endlessly through the air like a million fireflies in eternal twilight. To touch them is to touch creation itself. To command them… is to wield the power of gods. With Viva, the wounded are healed, the frail become strong, and the elements themselves bend to human will. Through it, mankind rose from fragile prey to a force capable of shaping destiny. And yet… no blessing comes without burden. Beyond the sky, beyond the reach of sunlight, lies the outerworld. It is from there the demons come. Creatures without conscience, driven only by hunger. They do not seek to rule. They do not seek to build. They exist only to consume, and our world has forever stood in their shadow. Three thousand years ago, they came in force—the greatest invasion in history. Endless hordes that blotted out the sun, a tide of ruin that devoured kingdoms whole. Civilization crumbled. Cities fell to ash. Humanity stood on the edge of extinction. And in that moment, when all seemed lost, the Supreme Being descended. The one above gods, the origin of all Viva, the light that gave birth to creation itself. The Supreme unleashed the totality of their life force, a sacrifice so absolute that it burned the very sky. The demons were driven back. The world was saved. But salvation has its price. The Supreme never returned. Their body vanished into the ether, their soul scattered across existence. What remained of them was Viva itself, pouring into the world in torrents too vast to be contained. Where once it belonged only to the divine, now humanity could touch it. Mold it. Make it their own. The angels who had once stood as servants of the Supreme became guides of mankind. They taught us to tame the torrent. For Viva, raw and unshaped, is too vast, too complex, too wild for mortals to grasp. To use it, we learned to channel it into familiar forms—the four elements that shape the world: fire, water, earth, and air. Each person born from that day forward carried within them a natural affinity, a bond to one of these elements that marked their destiny. And so the Divine Sects were born. To defend against the demons, humanity rallied under the command of the Archangels—the four greatest among their kind. Mikael of Fire, whose flames could reduce armies to cinders. Aquaria of Water, whose tides could cleanse and drown alike. Grodon of Earth, the immovable bulwark. And Aria of Air, swift as storm winds, fierce as hurricanes. Together, they forged order from chaos. Together, they became our first line of defense. Under their guidance, mankind flourished. Cities rose again, built on the foundation of elemental mastery. Children trained to awaken their Viva, their strength measured and ranked: E-Class, the lowest, the ordinary. Climbing ever upward, until the rare few who touch the Z-Class, near-divine in their mastery. The majority of people remain E-Class—humble laborers, merchants, and farmers. A select twenty percent rise above, strong enough to be considered for the Divine Sects. Yet even then, service is a choice. Some chase glory. Others turn away, longing only for quiet lives. And then… there’s me. Kael Mercer. Eighteen years old. Son of a proud lineage. The Mercers have served the Divine Sects for generations—my parents, my grandparents, their parents before them. Soldiers. Protectors. Heroes. My younger brother has already shown promise. He’ll rise to D-Class at least, maybe higher. And me? I am nothing. The first failure the world has seen since the day of the Supreme’s sacrifice. Every child is born with an elemental affinity. Every child can absorb Viva. Every child but me. I reach for the light and it slips through my fingers. I breathe it in, and it rejects me. I am cursed to be less than ordinary, in a world where even the weak can wield miracles. My parents have tried everything. Tutors. Blessings. Forbidden rites whispered of in shadows. Nothing changes. With every failure, the disappointment in their eyes grows heavier. They will never say it, but I can feel it in my bones—my very existence is a disgrace to my bloodline. And yet… they refuse to give up. They still cling to hope that when I stand before the Archangels at the age of awakening, I will finally receive their blessing. They believe the moment their divine light touches me, my power will awaken at last. But I know the truth. I’ve accepted my fate. I do not dream of glory. I do not crave battle, or power, or honor. All I want… is a normal life. To wake each day with no burden heavier than the rising sun. To laugh without hearing the echo of failure in the silence. But for their sake—for the love of the parents who still believe when the whole world has abandoned me—I will try. Just once. I will kneel in the light of the Archangels. I will endure the exam of the Divine Sects. And if the light rejects me again… then so be it. I will live quietly. I will fade into the ordinary. …But fate has never been so merciful.” 📖 Prologue – Visual Panel Script Opening Spread (2-page or vertical scroll scene) Panel 1 (Wide Landscape): A breathtaking night sky filled with millions of glowing lights (Viva particles drifting like fireflies). Narration (Kael’s voice): “Our world belongs to the gods.” Panel 2 (Zoomed Close-up): A single Viva particle drifting slowly down, glowing faintly, delicate but mesmerizing. Narration: “They left us their blessing… their curse… we call it Viva.” History of the World Panel 3 (Epic Battle Scene): Vast armies of grotesque, shadowy demons pour from a crimson rift in the sky, swarming over burning cities. Narration: “Three thousand years ago, the demons came, endless and hungering.” Panel 4 (Full-page Panel): A blinding figure — the Supreme Being, radiant, descending with wings of light. The demons are incinerated in waves of pure energy. Narration: “And in that moment, the Supreme descended… and gave everything.” Panel 5 (Aftermath): The world is quiet, skies torn but glowing with newly freed Viva swirling everywhere. The Supreme’s body is gone. Narration: “Their sacrifice saved us… but they never returned.” Birth of the Sects Panel 6 (Grand Temple Scene): Angels teaching humans beneath glowing murals. Children channel fire, water, earth, and air. Narration: “The Archangels guided us… teaching us to shape the wild torrent into elements.” Panel 7 (Dynamic Split Panel): Top: Mikael of Fire unleashing blazing pillars. Bottom-left: Aquaria summoning a tidal wave. Bottom-right: Grodon standing like a living mountain, Aria soaring on storm winds. Narration: “And so, the Divine Sects were born.” Kael’s Introduction Panel 8 (Cut to Present – Normal Town): Peaceful streets, children practicing with small flames, water orbs, rocks floating, gusts of wind. Everyone has power. Narration: “Every child is born with an affinity… every child but me.” Panel 9 (Medium Shot): Kael Mercer sitting alone, gazing at a handful of Viva particles slipping through his fingers — they refuse to stay. His face is tired, quietly bitter. Narration: “I reach for the light… and it rejects me.” Panel 10 (Family Contrast): His younger brother surrounded by cheering friends, showing sparks of fire. Parents watching proudly. In the background, Kael watches silently. Narration: “The Mercers have always been heroes… except me.” Emotional Climax Panel 11 (Close-up – Kael’s Face): Shadows on his eyes, torn between envy and love. Narration: “I’ve accepted my fate. I do not dream of glory.” Panel 12 (Full Vertical Panel): Kael kneeling in the great cathedral, light from the stained glass falling on him. His parents’ hands on his shoulders, hopeful. Narration: “But for them… just once… I will try.” Final Panel (Black Background, Floating Text): Narration (smaller font): “…But fate has never been so merciful.”
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🌍 World Setting – Extended Prologue Narrated by Kael Mercer “Our world belongs to the gods. For as long as the oldest scriptures record, mankind has lived beneath their gaze. They are the rulers, the guardians, the unseen sovereigns whose will shapes our fates. We thrive only because of what they left behind—their blessing, their gift, their curse. We call it Viva. Viva is the breath of existence, the very essence of life itself. It flows in every creature, every leaf, every gust of wind. It can be seen only by the blessed: tiny particles of light that drift endlessly through the air like a million fireflies in eternal twilight. To touch them is to touch creation itself. To command them… is to wield the power of gods. With Viva, the wounded are healed, the frail become strong, and the elements themselves bend to human will. Through it, mankind rose from fragile prey to a force capable of shaping destiny. And yet… no blessing comes without burden. Beyond the sky, beyond the reach of sunlight, lies the outerworld. It is from there the demons come. Creatures without conscience, driven only by hunger. They do not seek to rule. They do not seek to build. They exist only to consume, and our world has forever stood in their shadow. Three thousand years ago, they came in force—the greatest invasion in history. Endless hordes that blotted out the sun, a tide of ruin that devoured kingdoms whole. Civilization crumbled. Cities fell to ash. Humanity stood on the edge of extinction. And in that moment, when all seemed lost, the Supreme Being descended. The one above gods, the origin of all Viva, the light that gave birth to creation itself. The Supreme unleashed the totality of their life force, a sacrifice so absolute that it burned the very sky. The demons were driven back. The world was saved. But salvation has its price. The Supreme never returned. Their body vanished into the ether, their soul scattered across existence. What remained of them was Viva itself, pouring into the world in torrents too vast to be contained. Where once it belonged only to the divine, now humanity could touch it. Mold it. Make it their own. The angels who had once stood as servants of the Supreme became guides of mankind. They taught us to tame the torrent. For Viva, raw and unshaped, is too vast, too complex, too wild for mortals to grasp. To use it, we learned to channel it into familiar forms—the four elements that shape the world: fire, water, earth, and air. Each person born from that day forward carried within them a natural affinity, a bond to one of these elements that marked their destiny. And so the Divine Sects were born. To defend against the demons, humanity rallied under the command of the Archangels—the four greatest among their kind. Mikael of Fire, whose flames could reduce armies to cinders. Aquaria of Water, whose tides could cleanse and drown alike. Grodon of Earth, the immovable bulwark. And Aria of Air, swift as storm winds, fierce as hurricanes. Together, they forged order from chaos. Together, they became our first line of defense. Under their guidance, mankind flourished. Cities rose again, built on the foundation of elemental mastery. Children trained to awaken their Viva, their strength measured and ranked: E-Class, the lowest, the ordinary. Climbing ever upward, until the rare few who touch the Z-Class, near-divine in their mastery. The majority of people remain E-Class—humble laborers, merchants, and farmers. A select twenty percent rise above, strong enough to be considered for the Divine Sects. Yet even then, service is a choice. Some chase glory. Others turn away, longing only for quiet lives. And then… there’s me. Kael Mercer. Eighteen years old. Son of a proud lineage. The Mercers have served the Divine Sects for generations—my parents, my grandparents, their parents before them. Soldiers. Protectors. Heroes. My younger brother has already shown promise. He’ll rise to D-Class at least, maybe higher. And me? I am nothing. The first failure the world has seen since the day of the Supreme’s sacrifice. Every child is born with an elemental affinity. Every child can absorb Viva. Every child but me. I reach for the light and it slips through my fingers. I breathe it in, and it rejects me. I am cursed to be less than ordinary, in a world where even the weak can wield miracles. My parents have tried everything. Tutors. Blessings. Forbidden rites whispered of in shadows. Nothing changes. With every failure, the disappointment in their eyes grows heavier. They will never say it, but I can feel it in my bones—my very existence is a disgrace to my bloodline. And yet… they refuse to give up. They still cling to hope that when I stand before the Archangels at the age of awakening, I will finally receive their blessing. They believe the moment their divine light touches me, my power will awaken at last. But I know the truth. I’ve accepted my fate. I do not dream of glory. I do not crave battle, or power, or honor. All I want… is a normal life. To wake each day with no burden heavier than the rising sun. To laugh without hearing the echo of failure in the silence. But for their sake—for the love of the parents who still believe when the whole world has abandoned me—I will try. Just once. I will kneel in the light of the Archangels. I will endure the exam of the Divine Sects. And if the light rejects me again… then so be it. I will live quietly. I will fade into the ordinary. …But fate has never been so merciful.” 📖 Prologue – Visual Panel Script Opening Spread (2-page or vertical scroll scene) Panel 1 (Wide Landscape): A breathtaking night sky filled with millions of glowing lights (Viva particles drifting like fireflies). Narration (Kael’s voice): “Our world belongs to the gods.” Panel 2 (Zoomed Close-up): A single Viva particle drifting slowly down, glowing faintly, delicate but mesmerizing. Narration: “They left us their blessing… their curse… we call it Viva.” History of the World Panel 3 (Epic Battle Scene): Vast armies of grotesque, shadowy demons pour from a crimson rift in the sky, swarming over burning cities. Narration: “Three thousand years ago, the demons came, endless and hungering.” Panel 4 (Full-page Panel): A blinding figure — the Supreme Being, radiant, descending with wings of light. The demons are incinerated in waves of pure energy. Narration: “And in that moment, the Supreme descended… and gave everything.” Panel 5 (Aftermath): The world is quiet, skies torn but glowing with newly freed Viva swirling everywhere. The Supreme’s body is gone. Narration: “Their sacrifice saved us… but they never returned.” Birth of the Sects Panel 6 (Grand Temple Scene): Angels teaching humans beneath glowing murals. Children channel fire, water, earth, and air. Narration: “The Archangels guided us… teaching us to shape the wild torrent into elements.” Panel 7 (Dynamic Split Panel): Top: Mikael of Fire unleashing blazing pillars. Bottom-left: Aquaria summoning a tidal wave. Bottom-right: Grodon standing like a living mountain, Aria soaring on storm winds. Narration: “And so, the Divine Sects were born.” Kael’s Introduction Panel 8 (Cut to Present – Normal Town): Peaceful streets, children practicing with small flames, water orbs, rocks floating, gusts of wind. Everyone has power. Narration: “Every child is born with an affinity… every child but me.” Panel 9 (Medium Shot): Kael Mercer sitting alone, gazing at a handful of Viva particles slipping through his fingers — they refuse to stay. His face is tired, quietly bitter. Narration: “I reach for the light… and it rejects me.” Panel 10 (Family Contrast): His younger brother surrounded by cheering friends, showing sparks of fire. Parents watching proudly. In the background, Kael watches silently. Narration: “The Mercers have always been heroes… except me.” Emotional Climax Panel 11 (Close-up – Kael’s Face): Shadows on his eyes, torn between envy and love. Narration: “I’ve accepted my fate. I do not dream of glory.” Panel 12 (Full Vertical Panel): Kael kneeling in the great cathedral, light from the stained glass falling on him. His parents’ hands on his shoulders, hopeful. Narration: “But for them… just once… I will try.” Final Panel (Black Background, Floating Text): Narration (smaller font): “…But fate has never been so merciful.”

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