One thing that started everything

PROLOGUE

13,000 years ago, the universe was ruled by gods—ethereal, overpowering deities whose sheer presence could ripple through the cosmos and extinguish stars. They were beings of unimaginable strength, feared and revered, but their dominion was not one of terror. No, the universe was in harmony, a delicate balance upheld by these gods, who shared a bond deeper than the voids between the stars. There was no war, no bloodshed—just peace, tranquility stretched across the infinite expanse.

But peace is fragile, and nothing lasts forever.

From the heart of this divine family, one arose. The betrayer. Driven by ambition or madness, it didn't matter—their treachery shattered the bonds of trust and kinship between the gods. Where once the gods had ruled in harmony, the universe now erupted into chaos, a battlefield where gods tore each other apart. The cosmos trembled as once-loved ones turned against each other in a frenzy of destruction. Brothers killed brothers, sisters turned on sisters. Even their children were not spared. The gods, once radiant in their glory, devolved into nothing more than broken, power-maddened husks.

Some gods were obliterated, their forms dissolving into the very stardust from which they were born. Others were petrified, turned into celestial strokes that now float aimlessly in the void. A few escaped into the farthest reaches of existence, their fates unknown, while others simply....vanished.

But three gods remained—the strongest, unbowed by the chaos that devoured their kin. These three, untouched by the betrayer's control, foresaw the coming doom. In a desperate bid to preserve what remained of their universe, they devised a plan—one that would alter the future forever. They would create Celestaras—worlds teeming with life, each one unique, each one a refuge from the gods' war. Hundreds of them sprang forth from their last vestiges of power, new realms untouched by divine corruption.

But their sacrifice was absolute.

The three gods faded, their power spent, their existence reduced to whispers of legend. They became myths, remembered as fallen heroes, champions who had defied the collapse of the divine. Yet, deep in the cosmos, the betrayer stirred, seeking out the lost power of those who had defied him. His hunger for control, for absolute dominion, would drive him to claim what remained, to ascend as the universe's sole ruler—the Overlord.

Now, in the year 20,000, on one of those fabled Celestars—Ronisia—created by the gods, stands as a testament to this ancient past. Here, the rulers are no longer gods but mortals—strong, powerful, god-like in their own right. They call themselves as Orvindars, Ronisia's protectors, guardians against the dark. Their power is legend. Hundreds of academies have been built to mold children into warriors—into living weapons—into the next generation of Orvindars.

The greatest of these institutions is Abhivira Akademiya. It is the safest, the most fortified, and the most revered academy in all of Ronisia. Every child who possesses even a hint of power dreams of being accepted there. At Abhivira, students are transformed into warriors, heroes, machines of war—trained to protect the world from threats beyond imagination.

But the children are naïve. They don't understand the price of power. They don't see the blood that stains the foundations of Abhivira Akademiya.

They don't realize the truth:

The Akademiya isn't preparing them to be Orvindars.

It's preparing them for their funerals.