Chapter 13: Backstory Part 1

The screen lit up showcasing

The world Flame lived in was one of balance and chaos, where the celestial bodies above held more power than most could comprehend. Among them, the Silver Moon was an enigma, shining only once in centuries. Its light was not ordinary moonlight; it carried an essence capable of altering mana at its core. When magnified by the rarest of materials—a substance so pure that even a speck of impurity could shatter the effect—the light of the Silver Moon could fundamentally transform any living being caught in its glow.

Those born under these precise, miraculous conditions became what was known as Slivers. These creatures, regardless of origin—beast, human, demon, or otherwise—were infused with a magic that transcended mortal understanding. They were neither entirely of their original kind nor entirely other. Their forms shimmered like molten silver, and their mana carried the unpredictability of the moonlight that birthed them. A Sliver could inspire reverence or terror, depending on its nature, and their rarity made them legends in their own right.

IDKNothing: Are We getting a Boss Battle the Slivers Sound Interesting.

The scene changed again showing a home inside a small village. Then a deep narrator starting speaking.

“Flame had always been different, even from a young age. At five years old, he held a vast reservoir of mana—far more than any child his age and nearly surpassing that of experienced adult mages. Yet, this gift was more a curse than a blessing. His mana refused to flow properly, sputtering and choking like a river trapped behind a dam. The problem wasn’t his control or his affinity for magic. It was his mana coils. They were far too small to contain the boundless ocean of mana within him. The imbalance made his spells weak, unstable, and often completely ineffective.”

Horny&Honest: I wish I had that problem to much mana that's like having a big #### but not knowing how to use it.

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“Flame’s father, a skilled fire mage in his own right, tried everything to help his son. Training regimens, specialized focus drills, and even consulting with renowned mages brought no solution. Flame’s magic always fizzled out before it reached its full potential, leaving him a laughingstock in a world that revered strength.”

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IDKNothing: Why are we thumbing down the stream? The man seems ok for a first timer.

“Then came the encounter with the Prophet. It wasn’t planned or expected. The Prophet was an enigmatic figure who rarely appeared to anyone unless fate demanded it. Their arrival was as much a shock to Flame’s family as it was to him. The Prophet—a gaunt figure cloaked in robes that shimmered like the horizon during a heatwave—looked at Flame with eyes that seemed to pierce through his soul.”

“You carry the weight of the ocean, boy, but your vessel is a reed,” the Prophet said, their voice a strange mix of pity and urgency. “Your mana coils are the smallest I’ve ever seen for one who holds such potential.”

Flame clenched his fists. “Then how am I supposed to use my magic? Everyone says I’m worthless.”

The Prophet’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Worthless? No. Misaligned? Yes. You will never cast like others. You were never meant to. To harness what lies within you, your coils must expand—become something no mage alive can match. But the path to fixing this flaw is neither easy nor certain.”

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Flame’s eyes widened. “What do I have to do?”

The Prophet placed a gnarled hand on Flame’s shoulder, their touch strangely cool. “You must find a dying Silver.”

“The room fell silent. His parents exchanged worried glances. Silver was more than rare; it was mythical. The term referred not to a creature, but to beings of ancient magic that shimmered like molten silver, with the ability to influence mana in ways no human ever could. Most believed Silvers had long since vanished, their kind hunted to extinction for their magical properties.”

Flame swallowed hard. “Where do I find one?”

The Prophet shook their head. “That, I cannot tell you. It is not my knowledge to give. But when you find it—if you find it—you must convince it to lend its dying strength to you. Only then will you be able to reshape your mana coils into something capable of wielding your power. Fail, and your magic will destroy you from the inside.”

The weight of the words settled heavily on Flame’s shoulders. He was only a child, but this felt like the first step toward a destiny he couldn’t yet understand. Before he could ask more questions, the Prophet turned and began to fade, their voice echoing as they disappeared.

“The journey will be long, the trials great. But you were born to wield the fire of creation, boy. Do not squander it.”

“ Wait don't go. I still have questions. The young Karlos screamed. His hopes of being normal slipping from his grasp right in front of him. But the man was long gone leaving just a non-legible map.

User123:” Oh the map.”

As the scene transitioned, the screen displayed the tattered, indecipherable map left by the Prophet. It rested on the wooden table of Flame’s humble home, illuminated by the dim glow of a single lantern. The camera slowly zoomed in on the map, its worn edges and cryptic markings teasing players with the promise of an epic journey.

Horny&Honest: “Are we sure this isn’t just a menu napkin? Someone get a linguist!”

IKnowEverything: “It’s probably a puzzle. I bet solving it unlocks a side quest.”

User123: “If this doesn’t lead to the Slivers, I’m suing the devs.”

The narrator’s voice resumed, the deep timbre resonating with an air of finality.

“Thus began Flame’s quest. Not for fame, not for glory, but simply to fix what was broken within him. The Silver Moon would rise again in two years’ time—a rare occurrence that the Prophet had cryptically linked to his journey. Time was not on his side, but neither was the world.”

The screen shifted to an expansive overworld view, showcasing lush forests, jagged mountains, and ominous volcanic landscapes. The player’s perspective followed Flame as he trudged down a dirt path, his figure small against the vastness of the terrain.

Suddenly, the screen glitched, and the scenery melted into flames.

IDKNothing: “Whoa, what just happened? Is that part of the cutscene?”

IKnowEverything: “Wait… this has boss battle written all over it.”

The flames parted to reveal a battlefield bathed in an eerie silver glow. Rising from the scorched earth were Sliver Demons, their molten silver forms rippling as if alive. They stepped out of the fire, their grotesque, charred faces twisted into gleeful grins, the sound of their laughter echoing unnaturally. Smoke rose from their smoldering bodies, but they seemed unbothered by the heat consuming them.

One particularly massive demon stood at the forefront, its eyes glowing with a manic silver light. It raised a clawed hand, flames curling between its fingers like a living thing.

Narrator: “The Silver Moon’s light does not purify all it touches. In some, it warps and corrupts, transforming their very essence into a chaotic symphony of destruction. Behold, the Sliver Demons—creations born of fire and tainted moonlight.”

System Message: “Boss Battle Initiated: Sliver Demon Vanguard.”

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User123: “Oh. My. GOD. This is it. The moment we’ve been waiting for!”

Horny&Honest: “That demon looks like my ex. What’s the loot? I bet it’s good.”

IDKNothing: “Calm down, everyone! Focus! Who’s playable?”

Onewiththehorniness: “I’ll bang your ex and the demon both of them can get it.”

The screen displayed only one option: Flame, the underdog protagonist. His skills flickered onscreen, revealing his limited abilities and low stats compared to the Sliver Demons’ monstrous strength.

Horny&Honest: “Welp, guess we’re dying today. Did anyone see his dad was he hot. ”

IKnowEverything: “Or this is one of those scripted losses. Just let them win.”

User123: “No way. Flame’s the only option. We’ve got to figure it out.”

The battle began, the camera panning to Flame as he stood alone against the towering demons. His hands trembled, and sparks of unstable fire flickered weakly in his palms.

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“ Check his stats”

FlameEnthusiat: “ You have a level 3 three card hurry up and burn that demon!!!”

The Problem Solver: Check its stats then use the level 3. “

“Doesn't the flame mage have a unique effect on his level 3 thanks to his passive?”

IDKNothing: IDK what’s a passive?

Iknoweverything: when the hero uses a skill inflicts flames on a target equal to the skill rank. Rank 3 the flames become enhanced flames. For every skill use increases allies' attack by 3%.