Code_Breaker27
The gods were real. They were our protectors, our saviors, our light. But they're gone now. The apocalypse was accidently triggered and this event sealed Midgard, the realm of the humans, away from the rest and striped it of magic and its gods.
Before they left a prophecy was issued, 'The heir of death will deliver us at our darkest hour, The one who will bring victory or ruin. The one winged seraphim will decide your fate.'
This was their last message to us before they left. Leaving us this destroyed hell hole to call home.
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Ok so, this story will probably take a while to get parts, I'm sorry in advance for that but I hope you enjoy. I appreciate any feedback and suggestions so please don't hesitate to post your opinions.