Imperium Ascent

"I want to live, he thought. I want to live. I want to live. I WANT TO LIVE. It was more than a thought. There was a burning sensation behind his eye, a clawing at her throat. There was a pulsing desire eating at his soul. A hunger. A craving that gnawed at him until the only thing left was the need to take life from under him. Then, like a snap, he felt his humanity break away easier than the neck under his distorted fingers."

Their gods were gone.

The balance of the world hanging on a fragile thread.

In this world, there lived two types of people: the ordinary and the divine pneuma.

Every day was the same, held together by the remnants of divine powers from beings who had long left this world. In this world, Lavelle Dara lived an ordinary life and was content with it. She wanted nothing to do with the history of the gods or the people who had been blessed with their gifts. This, she thought, would be fine if the world hadn't started falling apart.