Time turns its wheels as ages come and pass, leaving behind it memories-turned-legends. Of those many legends: Ocalis.

Home to mythical beings and magic wielders, Ocalis was a peaceful and prosperous land. Merpeople swam the oceans and seas, while dragons and other sky creatures soared in the skies; each protecting the land, acting as guardians in their own rights. Among them, Elementals and Mystics walked and settled. Elementals lived as nomads, traveling the lands and harnessing within them the power of the elements—taking into their bodies energy from the earth itself. Mystics were more recluse and had the tendency to keep to themselves on the borders and in the mountainous areas, hidden away. For years, the different races lived together in harmony, each relying on each other, and protecting one another.

The lack of a leader gave rise to conflict within the lives of the people of Ocalis. It was like something was missing. Like there was nothing that was keeping the races together, uniting them, besides the land that they all lived on and protected. Conflict led to distrust; and from that distrust…War.

In the Second Age, battles raged and ravaged the lands, leaving in their midst the broken bodies of the fallen. One Mystic—a psychokinetic by the name of Jun—sought to rule the land, believing it was his birthright given his inborn power. With his recruited army, he slaughtered any and all of tho