Long ago, before the world was fractured by power, eleven great clans stood as pillars of balance. Among them, the Misaka clan reigned as the most feared and respected— wielders of raw, ancient magic that could twist storms, bend time, and purify corruption.
From their sky-temples above the Magic Kingdoms, the Misaka protected the realm with unmatched might. But power, as always, breeds envy.
Whispers of rebellion spread through the other clans—some driven by fear, others by ambition. In the shadows, a secret alliance formed between corrupted elders and the monstrous leaders of the Mutation Towers. With cursed energy and forbidden science, they launched a sudden, merciless assault.
The skies burned red as the Misaka temples fell from the heavens. Warriors of magic were overwhelmed by relentless waves of mutations, dark gadgets, and cursed blades. Blood rained across the floating islands.
In the chaos, one infant survived.
A lone boy, barely hours old, sealed in a protective charm by a dying mage. His cradle drifted like ash on the wind, down to the Earth below. Fate guided him to the Kyotasu clan—masters of the sword, unaware of the child's legacy.
They named him Kairo.
He would grow up not as a prince, but as a villager. Not as a mage, but a swordsman. His past forgotten. His name buried.
But storms never sleep forever.
And the last Misaka has just begun to rise.