SweetLemomBoi
After humanity's collapse, twelve divine bloodlines are reborn as the Months.
Each rules a fractured world-giving life, taking it, or surviving somewhere in between. In Crimson Vale, December is worshipped as a savior... but something inside him is breaking. November is caught between grief and power, while September clings to order in a world already falling apart.
As ancient forces stir and the truth behind the gods begins to surface, one question remains-
If the Months are meant to save the world... why does it feel like they're the ones destroying it?