After the savior who wielded the Sacred Sword appeared, the Source, long ravaged by the Abyss, finally welcomed hope.
The first savior—Moslo Reinayl—held one of the three Sacred Swords and, with the aid of the humans and other life races of that time, embarked on a path of rise.
The otherworldly visitor, once too weak to truss a chicken, began to transform. He gained power in this world and grew strong.
When the Abyss invaded again, the first savior had already gained extraordinary power. Combined with the Sacred Sword's mighty force, capable of cleaving open chaos and severing the Abyss, the Abyssal monsters that had tormented the Source for so long finally encountered their natural enemy.
Thus, under the first savior's leadership, the Source finally gained the strength to resist the Abyss's invasion. Not only could they repel the army of Abyssal monsters, but they could also use the Sacred Sword's power to seal off the Abyss.
From then on, the Abyss's invasion of the Source sharply declined, giving the life of the Source a chance to recuperate, multiply, and develop.
"Since the birth of the first savior, every few centuries or millennia, a descendant who inherited his bloodline would arrive from another world, wield Moslo's Sword, and help the Source resist the Abyss."
"In this way, the Source gained the upper hand in its struggle against the Abyss for the first time, no longer suffering harm unilaterally."
"But..."
Naisha sighed.
Riezel picked up where she left off.
"But starting eleven thousand years ago, saviors who inherited the blood of Reinayl stopped appearing. Sacred Sword Moslo was also lost in another world beyond the Source's reach. You lost your strongest and most reliable aid and fell into a disadvantage against the Abyss once more, didn't you?"
Riezel's words made Naisha