Chapter 153 - (153) Only Hope (1/2)

Geth became even more attentive. After hearing about the past, he became even more interested in the future.

”I'm all ears.”

Albus creased his brows as if he were deciding where to start. It was also another reminder that his memory hadn't fully returned.

”In the previous timeline, there were less than a billion Humans left at this point in time. We were slaughtered in droves when the Formation first broke down.

Many of the stronger Races put us in chains and took the opportunity to study us. Humans had been one of the few Races that struggled to ingest the liquid Mana.

We had no way to resist. Guns, knives, and other man-made weaponry could barely rip the skin of these beasts.

We might have stood a chance with military equipment. Sadly, most of it had been destroyed as the world expanded.

The giant fissures consumed many of the military bases. Even the floating naval bases couldn't withstand the onslaught of the waves and whirlpools that appeared.

It wasn't just Humans. Many Races were caught unprepared, suffering the same fate.

A majority of the deaths were simply due to the sudden expansion of the planet. More than half of the survivors were enslaved.

The first few years were full of death. Demons and Dragons live for thousands of years, and they hadn't forgotten their origins.”

Albus took a minute to breathe before he continued.

”A majority of the Races in those two alliances were also very long-lived. As such, they had a significant advantage in the beginning.

Their armies quickly grew while the other Races struggled to get back on their feet. The leader of the Elves cast aside his pride and began to recruit many of the 'lesser Races.'

The battles grew over the following decade, pushing the Elve's alliance to its limits. Many of the Elven elders were captured, along with Dwarves, Humans, Dryads...

They were dark times. It was actually the Humans that turned the tides of battle.”

Albus looked proud. It was like he was telling some story about his childhood heroes.

”Earth had received very little Mana after it was separated from the mother planet. The little that remained was hidden deep beneath the pyramids to fuel the Formation.

Even so, Humanity began to thrive after many years. We were very innovative and created many ways to make life easier or more enjoyable.

The same could also be said for the weapons that we had developed. Such incredible technology, primarily used for killing each other.

Those same innovators found a way to infuse objects with Mana. There was one man in particular who had divined the idea.

He had once been a slave of the Demons. No one knows how he managed to escape, but the other Races would have faced extinction without him.”

Albus grinned like a small child while recounting the stories he'd heard.

”The weapons that this man created allowed even the weakest Races to manipulate Mana! It wasn't enough to push the Demons and Dragons back, but it was enough to bring the two sides to a stalemate.