The land was barren and scorched covered in blood there where people all around some would never leave this place. Other would never be the same in the middle of all the destruction was a single person. A girl whose hair showed blonde even with dirt and blood covering her. She had dazzling blue eyes that where filled with pain and exhaustion she was on her knees barely holding herself up. As the dark clouds that covered the sky let out there tears to morn all the dead she faced the sky and cried. She cried because she was the commander who lead all these people to their death and because she could not stop the end of her world. It was a bloody battle to defeat the warlord and even though they succeeded it was all for nothing. The blonde beauty had personally fought the Demonic Warlord she was known as Irene the saint of battle. She excelled in the sword and was unparalleled when it came to strategy and sword fighting. When Irene was about to deal the final blow to the warlord he sent his magic core to the center of the world and detonated it he was the strongest known magic user to ever exist. The power held with in his core was enough to end the world. As the world started to split open and magma exploded to the surface it burnt up every thing left be it dead or alive. Irene watched as everything and everyone she knew came to and end all she could do was scream at the heavens in defiance. She suffered so many hardships she fought so hard for the good of the world just for it to come to the end. She watched her friends and family fall in battle to be cut down by the wicked those who hated her because of her strength. Through all this she tried her hardest to help the weak and vanquish evil but she failed she had no regrets though because she did all she could. As Irene closed her eyes and finally rested waiting for her death she thought of one regret that she couldn't change. She always wanted to learn magic. As that thought went through her mind the fissures expanded rapidly and the world split into many parts. The worlds mana geyser exploded putting a permanent end to the world and everything on it.
Irene sat in darkness there was not a thing around her it was void of all life and light but she was ok with that. She could finally rest she was finally as peace she stayed in that space drifting for what felt like years in a unconscious state. When she was completely rested and went to open her eyes the dark void exploded in white and she heard voices around her.