War of History

War of History

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Long ago, the gods, mortals, and dragons lived in peace. Shai happily ruled over the world with Artme at her side. Everyone was happy. Everyone except, Igor, God of war, rage, revenge, and organs. He believed he was too weak. Igor wanted his son's power. His son being Artme, God of Bats, sorrow, and nightmares, Ruler of Luna (the moon). Igor poisoned Artme, killing him. This raged Shai, sending her three strongest warriors: The raven and his two sons. The three legends raided Igor, removing his powers, cursing him. Shai hasn't been seen for the past 210 years. She's somewhere out there, grieving her husband's death.
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The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

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