Spectator

The lands were ravished after the short-lived War of the Gods. The aftermath of the cruelty littered almost every single corner of the continent. A few races went extinct in the crossfire, and the remaining mortals who survived struggled to get back to their feet, but refused to give up, nonetheless. Even until then, there was one place which managed to remain intact throughout.

A kingdom that two Gods protected with their very lives.

A decade passed and the lone kingdom stood and sheltered other survivors, gathering various kinds of creatures.

. . . . .

"It always feels like I just watch every other person's story unfold, while I pretend that my own doesn't exist. But isn't that what life is all about."

"Julian no, I don't think that you're supposed to be doing life like that."

"Whatever."