The owl flies across the sky, as if telling a distant story.
There are three races in the world, gods, demons and humans. Among the three realms, the Gods are the oldest and noble race. They are born with high spiritual power and unpredictable illusions that other races do not have. Therefore, they can win without any effort in many battles. Usually, only a few people are enough for the Gods to fight. Enough; the demon race, as the name suggests, looks as tall and ferocious as demons (of course there are exceptions), and their personalities are usually either very calm or very violent; the human race, they are even so ignorant that they are the only ones in this world who are the masters of the world, and they don't even know that there are other races. Year after year, day after day, for thousands of years, the three tribes rarely negotiated, until her birth, Nicholas - Shura.
That was already a hundred years ago. That day, the astrologer said to Shura at the spiritual platform: "The calamity of one hundred years has arrived. Either the gods or the demons will perish." Shura understood and disappeared instantly.