Prologue

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It all happened over 120 centuries ago. I remember it very vividly. Thunder came crashing from the heavens, the ground opened and spewing magma, the seas rising as tall as our temples. That day was horrific and it was all their fault. 

They call themselves the New Gods. They are basically carbon copies of us. There soul is still human not a god's like us. They are mere mortals granting themselves with power of the heavens and earth. They will never be us, not even after I die.

Pardon me, I forget to introduce myself, I am Thor; The God of Thunder. If you have found this, then that means 2 things. One, we have won and this is merely a book being passed down throughout the ages. Or, we have lost and whoever the reader is, is our last hope.

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