A blue screen appears in the field of vision of all beings around the world, even those who did not accept, who accepted the world quest previously.

  This became known as year zero of the Gods, it was on this day that historians later unequivocally identified that Dahara entered the synchronized worlds of the system.

  On DAY ONE of the new era of the world of Dhah'ar, the veil opened, not with thunder and lightning, but with a soft, azure glow. In every sensitive mind, ten years of age or older, a message settled, a silent voice that echoed in their thoughts, the neutral voice of the SYSTEM, which many identified with the Father of the Gods, Cystemis.

  From that moment on, life in Dhah'ar would never be the same again.

  The message, cold and relentless, said that now everyone over the age of ten had a status, a level, a class and a alignment. A new order had been created directly by the Gods, in the blink of an eye, without omens, without warnings, taking everyone by surprise.

  Society, a subjective and undefined entity, was now divided into rigid levels, each with its own alignment, status, classes with clear abilities and easily perceived functions.

  The classes became an indelible stamp, defining the destiny of each one. The alignment became a label, a code that clearly defined their behavior and their ideals.

  Fear, like a virus, spread throughout Dhah'ar.

  Fear of the unknown, fear of the gods, fear of not understanding this new world and these new rules.

  Minds were not prepared for such drastic changes.

  The spiritual consequences were devastating. Faith shattered against the walls of the new order, there was a purge of all those who did not correctly align with the gods they follow, most were expelled, but many were killed.

  The message of the SYSTEM, It was understood as a divine decree, that the Gods were furious with this world and that is why Dhah'ar now felt the heavy hands of the Gods with this radical transformation. The 2nd age had come to an end, as had the age of the giants. The 3rd age had begun the age of CYSTEMIS.

  The Cystemis, with its classes, levels, status and alignments, had taken hold, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty over the future of Dhah'ar.

  No one knew what to expect.

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  Hiutotiaco, the Paladin of Rage, felt the tremor in the air. It was not the tremor of the earth, but rather a tremor of souls, a tremor of fear and despair. It was the call of Cystemis, the Father of the Gods, echoing in her heart, a call that echoed in every fiber of her being.

  Cystemis, it sounded in her mind.

  "Accept: Y/N?"

  "YES!"

  Hiutotiaco felt what this meant. The True Core, the source of all insidious corruption, was this being before her, this creature called Crixus.

  She, Hiutotiaco, the Paladin of Rage, had no chance in the face of this threat. Her fury, fueled by Cystemis and Hylasis the Goddess of Rivers, filled with grief and urgency, sounded in her mind. Goddess of Rivers was unshakable. But she knew she had no chance. The True Core was a colossal force, an entity that transcended human comprehension.

  “I will go, Hylasis,” she said, her voice firm, without fear. “I will face evil, even if it is the last thing I do.”

  With a heavy heart, Hiutotiaco prepared for her suicide mission. She drew her sword and held it, a sword that shone with the light of her fury. She was the Paladin of Fury, and she would fight to the end.

  “Don’t do this, Hiutotiaco. You don’t stand a chance against me, and I don’t want to kill you. Go far away, and never come back, live your life, fight your battles, but go. Because if you continue on this path, only death will remain for you.” Crixus said in a voice of regret.

  “Father, you shouldn’t soil yourself with this traitorous excrement. Let me take care of this for you.” Akaos speaks while looking at Hiutotiaco with deep contempt.

  “Hiutotiaco, why are you betraying the Goddess’ chosen one?” Hethress asks, unable to understand.

  “Tttsss...Tss. A snake is always a snake. Husband, she would make a great D.K.s. Will my lord allow me to make her mine?” Meikosil.

  “No. Akaos, don’t make her suffer. Let’s go wives,” Crixus says, leaving the great hall towards his room.

  “Do your best, my little snake, pray to your pathetic goddess.” Akaos says this with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

  Hiutotiaco’s fury fills his entire being and he casts support spells: Holy Shield and Shield of Fortification. And with a war cry he charges at the giant. “HHHYYYLLLAAASSSIIISSS!”

  “Implosion.” Akaos extends his arm forward and flexes his hand, closing his fist. A small dark sphere fell to the ground. He bent down and picked up the tiny sphere. “As you ordered, Father, she does not suffer. What should I do with the remains?”

  “Keep it. Let’s make a memorial for her. She deserved my respect.”

  Akaos felt his Father’s sadness for Link.

  “Let me take care of this, Father.”

  Then he disappeared.