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~A brief prologue: Fiona's speech~
Centuries ago.... a celestial body descended upon our planet, its arrival heralding devastation on an unprecedented scale. The cataclysmic impact claimed the lives of innumerable souls... those unable to withstand the sheer force of its descent. But amidst the catastrophe, a select few were touched by an extraordinary phenomenon.
Infused with the raw power of the comet, these chosen individuals underwent a profound metamorphosis, their beings imbued with divine elemental energies. Their mortal essence was supplanted by the celestial life force of the comet itself, bestowing upon them the essence of the fabled 'Divine Spark.'
As time passed, the Divine Spark remained the essential source of life and power for those blessed by the celestial body. The evolved humans... Our tribal ancestors... became known as 'Superhumans' by their fellow humans. But as the saying goes, 'mankind fears what it does not understand.'
Our ancestors were viewed with fear, envy, and contempt by their ordinary counterparts, ultimately leading to their expulsion from the human world.
Yet, aided by the remnants of the celestial body, the ancestors established a distinct reality beyond the reach of their human counterparts. They formed the five elemental tribes... one we know as the 'TRIBE.'
However, in order to safeguard this reality, it was imperative to protect the remains of the celestial body from those who sought to use its power for nefarious purposes. To achieve this, the celestial remains were divided into five sacred stones, each entrusted to a superhuman ancestor based on the element of their powers
The sacred stones themselves became revered as fragments of the 'THE ORIGIN OF POWER,' serving as a constant reminder of the source of their extraordinary abilities.
The presence of the sacred stones ensured that the TRIBE would endure and never fall into oblivion. For generations to come, they could rely on the blessings of the Origin of Power, secure in the knowledge that their abilities would be passed down and perpetuated.
Unfortunately, the Origin of Power - the source of stability and elemental abilities for the Superhuman world - has caught the attention of individuals both outside and within the confines of the elemental tribes.
These individuals lurk in the shadows, coveting the power of the sacred stones and seeking to harness them for their own nefarious purposes.
We were not naïve to the possibility of some of our own kind lusting after the sacred stones. We had always known that we would have to defend our way of life against those who sought to exploit it. We understood that the Origin of Power was not to be wielded recklessly and that those who sought to do so were a threat to the very existence of the TRIBE.
Thus, we prepared ourselves for the inevitable conflict that would arise when these individuals finally made their move.

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~The main story continuation~
Beyond the borders of the elemental tribes stretched the desolate and forbidding expanse known as the "Outlands." Uninhabited by any tribe, it served as a grim realm of exile for those deemed unworthy or rebellious among the superhuman ranks. It was a haven for renegades who had perverted their powers, defied tribal edicts, or perpetrated grievous crimes.

Despite its barren and inhospitable landscape, the Outlands gradually attracted a multitude of malevolent forces from across the superhuman realm, with the chief among them being the dreaded "Netherworld."

The Netherworld was a vast established organization whose territory covered almost half of the outlands. It was founded by a very notorious individual whose influence and ambition reverberated not only throughout the Outlands but also across the elemental tribes and the human world.

This infamous individual was called 'Dargsbon Moonwalker.'

But though his name was known, his appearance remained shrouded in mystery, even to many of his most loyal followers.

Rarely seen in public, Dargsbon appointed a regent and an emissary to enforce his will throughout the Netherworld's vast dominion.

The regent, a female figure, occupied the Netherworld's throne and was a constant presence, but her true identity remained shrouded in mystery. Only Dargsbon and his emissary knew anything substantial about her.

The emissary, on the other hand, was none other than Mako Blaze, a rebel from the Land of Flames who had betrayed his own family.

<<Devoted to the service of the Netherworld, Mako spared no effort in executing the will of his master, Dargsbon. He went to great lengths to further their interests, even going so far as to seize the patriarchal mantle of leadership from his older brother, Zakael Blaze. He quelled any whispers of dissent, extinguishing potential threats to the Netherworld's sovereignty with a swift and decisive hand. Not even familial ties could temper his resolve, as he subdued his own nephew, David Blaze.>>

Now, Mako orchestrated a conference at the behest of the regent. The grand entrance of the Netherworld echoed with the clamor of a convened assembly. A throng of diverse individuals converged within its ancient walls, all hailing from diverse formidable factions and organizations.

Amidst the sea of faces, two factions stood out in the hushed rumors. The first, renowned as the 'Rebel Tyrants' organization, exuded an aura of defiance, their very name portraying their rebellious spirit. The second was simply known as the 'Death Palace,' their presence casting a chilling shadow over the gathering.

Whispers and murmurs swirled like a tempest among the throng of individuals, their eager faces turned toward an elevated platform where Mako stood. Close by was the regent, her form draped in mystery as she sat upon a massive throne crafted from bones and skulls, her hidden gaze casting a pall over the proceedings.

From every corner of the chamber, eyes darted nervously, voices lowered in either reverence or trepidation. Mako cast a deliberate glance over the gathered multitude and with a subtle hand-wave gesture, he quelled the restless murmurs, commanding silence amongst the crowd.

In the hushed anticipation that followed, all eyes remained fixed on him, awaiting the Netherworld's pronouncement that would shape the course of their destinies. Shortly after, he voiced out in measured deliberate tone, his voice piercing through the stillness.

MAKO: "Greetings, people of the Outlands. I see that you have gathered here today to bask in the glory of the Netherworld. Allow me to introduce myself.
"I am Mako Blaze, emissary of the great Dargsbon Moonwalker, and a devoted confidante to the service of Netherworld.
"But today, I bring you a far greater gift - the presence of our leader, the Regent of Netherworld. Let her power and majesty wash over you, and know that you stand in the presence of true greatness.
"Bow down before her, for she is the harbinger of our glorious rule."

As Mako concluded his introduction, the female regent finally took the stage. She was draped in a long, dark hoodie jacket that cascaded down to her knees, concealing her facial features. However, her golden blonde hair, which was dyed black at the ends, flowed down to her breasts. Despite her obscured appearance, it was evident that the regent possessed a breathtaking beauty.