Long ago in a small peasant village on the far off outskirts of Shadurmia there lived a little girl named Klirro. She was born with a weak body and had many issues just walking, let alone helping on the farm of her family. She did the best that she could but ultimately she lacked the physical capabilities to really be useful to her family. No matter how hard she tried her contributions were less than helpful, by the time she dug a small hole to plant seeds, her siblings had already done a row of 20. The pain of being as useless as she was, ate at her heart, even though her parents tried to comfort her she knew she was just holding them back.

But one day while she was in the fields struggling to dig in the sands of the field her father pulled something in his back and shouted in pain before falling over. Klirro weakly approached them to see if they were alright only to fall over and cut their hand open on a rock. The pain of the cut shot up her arm, but so did something else, blood was rushing from her hand and started covering her body. She panicked as she tried to figure out what was going on but before she could fully her entire body was covered in a thin layer of blood. She stood up trying to figure out what just happened, only to find that she could stand up without struggling to fall over. Somehow the blood from her wound that acted like a second skin boosted her physical abilities to some degree. The panick she had washed away as she realized she could actually be of use to her family. She looked at her father and siblings with joy knowing she could finally halp them, but they just looked at her with horror in their eyes.

Before Klirro was born their village was assaulted by a being that was able to control blood kind of like her, that being was Renaxia acting under the orders of the king and queen. After Renaxia had spent many years following the orders of the royal family and doing their bidding they ended betraying and locking her away. Renaxia was feared because she was an amazingly powerful blood mage, because of that anyone with blood magic was feared within the nation. Klirro completely forgot about that when she first found out about her abilities, as she could only think of what she could do to help out. Before she could even have the chance to try and calm her family down, her older brother attacked her with a tool, the force of the blow knocking her down. Klirro didn't even try it, but as she raised her hands to defend herself against a second attack the blood on her body lashed out and struck him down instantly killing him. She looked in horror as the corpse of her brother was drained of its blood and it got added to the layer on her body. Bloody spikes slowly started forming on her back to compensate for the access her defensive layer couldn't hold. Klirro quickly struggled to her feet and ran away to avoid killing more of those she cared about, she spent the night hiding within the forest crying herself to sleep.

But for Klirro things never got easier, her family told the town of what happened and they got people to arm themselves to hunt her down. They didn't want another blood mage that could potentially work for the king and queen and ruin their lives further. For weeks Klirro ran away from her pursuers, constantly being attacked over and over, accidentally killing them unintentionally and adding their blood to herself. With each death she grew stronger and more monstrous-looking, she didn't want this, she didn't want any of this. But after so long of being chased and being called a monster Klirro finally broke as the fear and panic within her heart shattered her mind. She only wanted to help, she never wanted any of this, they kept calling her a monster when she herself was just as scared as they were. She took these feelings of fear and sadness and turned it into anger and rage, the hunters became the hunted as she stopped accidentally killing them. Eventually, the forest was silent as the last hunter fell by her hands, Klirro looked out of the woods towards her town. Even in her blood lust and anger she couldn't bring herself to kill those she still cared about. That was until she saw a fire near her home in the distance, in her worry for her family she ran to find out what was wrong. Her home was burning and her family lay on the ground dead, the nation of Shadurmia had sent soldiers over and they killed her family for harboring a blood mage. They didn't know, she didn't even know herself until she found out, this whole event was insanity. She rushed out and slaughtered the knights of the nation in a fit of rage towards them.

After the attack, the townsfolk ran over and saw Klirro standing over the corpses of the now drained soldiers and the corpses of what remained of her family. Things just got worse as some ran and others attempted to attack her, they couldn't even pierce the blood armor that covered her body. Why did this have to happen to her? Why? She asked herself that question before looking at the emblem on the knights, the flag of the nation of Shadurmia. This never would have happened if it wasn't for that damned blood mage that caused all this fear, that is what Klirro thought to herself as more bodies fell to the ground. So much hatred was washing over her as she slaughtered her way over to the capital, no one could stop her as she made her way to the throne room, demanding to know where Renaxia was. The king only said that she was dealt with and before he could finish his sentence he was torn apart.

Klirro hated this nation, it had only brought nothing but pain and suffering towards others with their fear and cowardice. She had become the monster they wanted to destroy, the thing they feared she would become, they made themselves. All of this was wrought onto themselves and Klirro was going to make sure they knew that as she brought it all down.

And many years later Renaxia would awake from her prison to find the capital of the nation of Shadurmia in ruins as nothing living seemed to be nearby, unknown to her that the cause of its fall still remained somewhere out there.