The minority of the heavenly realms survivor succeed in their negotiation with the Creator of Life after a long journey in this hellish ordeal. They plead for his mercy to spare the neo-human who possessed the greater power due to a particular entity's selfless action. Resulting twenty years of suffering ended on a single night when the truce had made its pact.

At first, the Creator of Life is firm with his decision against this irreparable world. But instead of going full throttle and ceasing everything into the void. The first thing he wished to stop was this demi-god decision of continuing his inhumane study.

Every race, every religion. Gathered in one place, in a massive laboratory sized about twice of a football field.

Like a mad scientist, this demi-god begins his study of a frail body possessed by a mortal. Intended to modify their body by injecting his researched vaccine into their brains, which had restrained capability since the latest evolution of humans thousands of millennia ago.

Although this particular demi-god who'd done his deed out of his mercy. Yet, his intention wasn't entirely acceptable to many when they had forcefully undergone an endless gruesome experiment of transforming themselves to possess a power equal to God itself.

Struggling over eighteen years. Finally, this selfless demi-god successfully unlocked every mortal's entire brain capacity on this barely survivable land. He opened a path for every individual who holds a unique element. Brings forth a forgotten aspect of human history, as we called them once witches or sorcerers in the past.

Nothing comes without a price to pay. Before the second generation of neo-humans achieved the never-ending peace and harmony, the world lived by the first generation began with a hellish nightmare. Proportionately, the first generation of neo-human sought retribution from this demi-god instead of co-existing with them.

The second generation of neo-human does show an opposite behavior compared to the first. We saw the element study after the second generation of neo-humans realized their capability to unleash superior power. They promised to use it decently before it led them astray like in past history. Teaching the younger generation the fundamental of staying sane and responsible in using this newly found power gifted by their non-belief existence called God.

In the present day, this demi-god has secluded himself in his fortress. Built outside of the town, far beyond neo-human to reach. Living the rest of his life with his beloved family. His wife shows a contrary affection toward neo-human compared to him.

She was a famous clairvoyant that wandered around the town, giving her prophecy to those who had lost their way of life. She has done more deed than any deity after the peaceful day befalls them. Rebuild the lost path with her power that could foresee the future.

She has done everything to ensure the peace remains to redeem her husband's past sins. Even with the second generation of neo-human that begin to lead the future, his sins are still unable to be forgiven after everything he has done inhumanely. An action that acted out of his goodwill turned him into a far more vicious villain than the Creator of Life.

Although his wife keeps interfering with people's fate, changing their course of life repeatedly to avoid triggering the negativity resurfacing in this world. Their daughter shares the same fate as him, living her life inside this house prison. She is constricted to move freely, unable to gain her freedom as Cynthia does.

Today, an unexpected visitor has visited their citadel. Climbing up to the peak of this mountain just to meet with someone who might be able to decipher what happened to Cynthia, who just disappeared out of a sudden. A woman in middle age with a dark-colored jacket matched her dark shoe, showing her exhaustion over the height of the mountain she had just conquered.

"May I know who has come to visitation on this late evening?"

A sudden voice that reached the middle-aged woman's ears caught her attention. As she looked up to the ample bulk of rock that stood side by side, shaping like a colossal ancient door made out of stone. She saw a young girl in her white evening dress. A blouse made of silk, with a silver hair-side comb that shimmers under the crescent moonlight.