Countless years ago, in the misty and desolate lands of Amalor, the dark heart of the Dhiphin continent, thrived a vile and tyrannical race of monsters: the Serpentines. Hybrid beings, half reptile and half human, they ruled their domains with an iron fist. Their magical nature manifested in perpetually raven hair, eyes of an intense amethyst violet, and a build that, even in its humanoid form, recalled the cold scales of reptiles. Their skin possessed a singular violet hue, entirely covered in scales as tough as natural armor. It was said that not even the sharpest blades, forged with the mastery of dwarves and the magic of elves, could pierce them.
The Serpentines had bent most of humanity to their will, reducing them to slaves and exploiting them as labor in the construction of their dwellings and the cultivation of their fields. But fate, as often happens, plotted in the shadows. One day, as the sovereign of the Serpentines traversed a modest town escorted by his elite royal guard, a scream tore through the silence. One of the guards collapsed to the ground, his right hand severed cleanly, his life extinguished instantly. Two of the chosen guards seized their lord and dragged him away hastily, far from the unexpected danger. The elite soldiers remaining at the scene of the ambush saw a singular figure approach: a tall young man with hair as blond as ripe wheat and eyes as clear blue as the summer sky. He wore a yellow and white kimono, and a wide conical straw hat shaded his face. At his side, he carried a katana in its scabbard.
One of the guards, his voice uncertain, broke the tense silence: "W-who are you?"
The young man replied with a calm but determined voice: "My name is Wakawa, and I am here to deliver justice."
Without waiting further, Wakawa drew his katana with a lightning-fast movement and lunged at the nearest guard, almost vanishing and reappearing a few steps away. The blade flashed, slicing through the air and tearing through the creature's torso, leaving a deep gash in its resistant scales. The other soldiers threw themselves at Wakawa, but he moved with surprising speed, dancing between their attacks and annihilating them one after another with precise and lethal blows.
The news that a mere human had managed to kill the elite warriors of the Serpentines spread rapidly throughout the kingdom, like a wind of hope in a dark night. Humans, until then oppressed and resigned, finally found the courage to rebel. Thanks to the teachings of the mysterious hero Wakawa, humans learned innate abilities, a different power for each that they cultivated from the essence of their souls, and discovered the vulnerability of their tyrants. It was the weakness of their scales to the attacks of innate abilities, which were varied and different, such as users of fire, ice, earth, and many other powers. The war raged, bloody and without quarter, and in a year and a half of fierce clashes, the Serpentines lost most of their territories. The survivors retreated to the last stronghold remaining under their control, located in the far Northeast of Amalor.
A brief period of peace followed, a fragile truce that lasted barely three months. In that uncertain time, the queen of the Serpentines became pregnant and laid a single egg: the last heir of their millennial lineage. Before the truce came to an end, the king and queen made a desperate decision. They entrusted the egg to their oldest and most trusted advisor, a wise old man named Shisi. The following day, Shisi departed in secret, carrying with him only a sack and the precious hope for the future of his people, in search of a safe place to protect the last heir.
Meanwhile, outside the walls of the Serpentines' stronghold, Wakawa had gathered an imposing army, composed of humans thirsty for revenge and eager for freedom. His intention was clear: to exterminate every single Serpentine. The human army broke through the defenses of the main entrance and poured inside, beginning an indiscriminate massacre. Men, women, children, none were spared from the blind fury of vengeance.
The Serpentines desperately tried to defend themselves, but the enemy army was too numerous, and their best weapon, the scales, deprived of their power core, faltered. Wakawa, with his sword imbued with justice, cut his way through the fallen bodies, killing the two elite soldiers guarding the royal chamber. He pushed open the doors and found the two sovereigns seated on their respective thrones, their faces resigned to their fate.
The door behind him closed with a dull thud. The queen broke the silence with a calm and dignified voice: "My husband and I are ready for death; we knew you would come to claim our lives. But first, I want to tell you something... One day, you will cross swords with someone who will have abilities equal to, if not greater than, yours. It will be a battle that future generations will remember for centuries."
Wakawa, his sword still dripping with the blood of their guards, asked with a challenging tone: "And who would that be?"
"Our son," replied the King, with a faint voice.
The Queen continued, with a veil of sadness in her violet eyes: "We have infused all our powers and our life energy into the egg. We are ready for death, but first, we want to tell you our names, so at least our son will know he had a family. My name is Lassy, and my husband's is Aton."
With that said, Wakawa fully drew his katana. The blade, purified by his mission, shone with a white and intense light. With a swift and decisive movement, he decapitated the two sovereigns and turned, exiting the room and reaching the royal balcony. There, he raised his sword to the sky and shouted with all the strength of his lungs: "WE HAVE WON!"
A deafening roar of joy rose from the army below. The humans returned to populate the entire region of Amalor, driving out the last vestiges of the magical creatures towards the desolate lands of the abyss. Thanks to the heroism of Wakawa, they proclaimed themselves the dominant species, ushering in a new era, the dawn of a world free from the tyranny of the Serpentines.