IMMORTALS OF PHILINATICA

Everything is normal: the people, the weather, the happenings, and the like. Everything looks normal, but I'm not normal; I'm different...very different. Many of us are different. We're not humans or ghosts, but we are immortals.

We're the ones who can't die, who can live forever, and have special abilities that normal humans don't have. Yes, we're powerful, and yet we can't use our powers, with those eyes watching us.

We can blow up a whole place by spitting fire, or make it freeze like ice. We can fly around the world with our wings, and control human minds to do things we want them to do. But we can't let humans know about our special abilities because it might cause chaos to them. The humans are the ones we're protecting from the Glooms—the half immortals that use human souls to become full-blooded immortals. The Glooms are fierce and uses dark magic. They have with them the Lady of the Grey, one of the most powerful witches of hell.

We lived in peace with the humans, but we did not expect what happened next.




The war started. Humans became our mortal enemies, and Glooms used the chance to entrap humans from the great battlefield of that war. Many died, many families were broken, or separated, and blood washed the evergreen grass and now was a crimson blood pool.

We just want peace. To be in peace. And to live in peace.

There is only one key to bring the light out from this darkness.

She is the key, the only one who survived...the one...the last Lenovian.

She has the mark of crimson red. We must protect her with all our might.




We longed for peace, and peace we got.
We trust in peace, but in ye we forgot:
Peace is not everlasting.
So we're here to fight thee with all our might.
This is just the start.

We are the Immortals of Philinatica

and for peace, we fight!