Prologue: Genesis
Journey alongside the young heroes who tend to chase the illusion and facade known as peace and equality. In a world shaped by war, titans, supernatural and political power, and segregation. Join them as they explore the kingdom of Luciana and other parts of this modern fantasy world.
Nyx and his team, who are ready to help fight injustice and oppression, will soon find themselves twisted in the cruelty of reality and power. Pneuma, the supernatural ability granted to this world, shaped it and unveiled forces that are unimaginable. A world that is segregated between the rich and powerful; poor and weak. Dystopian paradise for the poor and utopia for the rich and wealthy.
HISTORY OF THE COSMIC UNIVERSE.
Before time drew its first breath and before space stretched its endless canvas, there was only the Nothingness. It was not merely emptiness; it was the very embodiment of void—an abyss of infinite darkness where existence itself had no meaning. There was no sound, no light, no motion. Life was inconceivable.
Yet from within that boundless darkness, something stirred.
Hope.
Out of the Nothingness emerged two cosmic entities—twin embodiments of creation and will. Their birth marked the first fracture in the silence, the first ripple in eternity. With them began a new era, and with that era came the possibility of life.
Eons passed. From these two primordial beings flowed the architecture of existence itself. They shaped the heavens, forged the celestial spheres, and laid the foundations of the planetary system. These first creators came to be known as the Primordial Gods, and from their divine essence descended a second generation—the Elder Gods.
For an age, harmony reigned. But eternity breeds ambition.
The descendants of the Elder Gods, younger and fiercer in spirit, grew restless beneath the shadow of their forebears. They desired sovereignty, dominion over the heavens themselves. What began as murmurs of dissent became a storm of rebellion.
War shattered the skies.
Thus erupted the first great divine conflict—the Titanomachy, a cataclysmic war that raged for ten relentless years. The heavens trembled with each clash. Thunder roared as celestial weapons collided. Stars fell like embers from a dying fire.
When the last echoes of the war faded, the younger gods stood victorious. They had overthrown the older generation, casting them down into the deepest pits of the cosmos, and claimed the cosmos as their own. The victors became known as the Olympians, the new gods. The defeated were forever called the Titans.
Millennia passed. From the chaos and remnants of the Titanomachy, the Olympians turned their attention to a new creation. They sought to give life a new meaning, shaping a world from the cosmic debris. They breathed purpose into the world, sculpting mountains, seas, and skies from the shattered remnants of war. They called it Earth.
To this new world, they gave Pneuma—the breath of life. It was the invisible essence that would flow through all things, the very spark of existence. With the world complete and Pneuma suffusing it, the gods began their final, grandest work. And so began the Era of Humanity.
THE CORRUPTION OF THE NEW WORLD—As the Earth settled into stability, humanity multiplied and flourished. Their numbers grew, spreading across the face of the Earth. The New Gods watched from on high, and as mortals multiplied, so too did their desire to maintain sovereignty over them. They chose a single mortal to act as their voice, a bridge between the divine and the mundane. They named him the High Priest—a man chosen above all others.
He alone could commune directly with the divine, receiving their will and relaying it to humankind. Through him, humanity learned of Pneuma and the sacred laws of the New Gods.
But knowledge alone was not enough.
To ensure humanity could defend itself and endure the harshness of the world, they taught him to manifest Pneuma into a formidable force, a power they called Menos.
Furthermore, they entrusted him with twenty-four Corestones, vessels of immense cosmic energy. Twelve were of Heaven, and twelve were of Earth. These he distributed among the twelve greatest kings of men, who became the first disciples. The kings, in turn, instructed their people in the ways of menos.
Those who could successfully manifest their Pneuma into Menos were henceforth known as Gifters, set apart from common mortals who possessed only the passive breath of life. For Pneuma, the essence, existed in all things—living and non-living—but Menos, the power, was a privilege.
But the High Priest was mortal, and in time, he died. With the mediator gone, men began to do as they pleased. The High Priest’s death marked a turning point. Without his guiding voice, the tether between gods and men frayed. Freed from divine oversight, mortals began to follow their own desires. Armed with the gift of menos, ambition soon twisted into strife.
The twelve kings, each wielding a Corestone and commanding armies of Gifters, looked upon their neighbors not as allies, but as obstacles. The lust for power and control consumed them. The twelve kings, once united in purpose, now turned against one another, each hungry for supremacy.
And so, the first Great War among men began.
Brother fought brother; kingdom clashed with kingdom. The air rang with the clash of steel and the roar of menos unleashed in fury. Cities burned. Rivers ran red. The new world, so carefully shaped by the Olympians, plunged into chaos. Peace became a forgotten dream, and war.
This was the true beginning of the Era of Men, an age where the only language they understood was the language of war.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step"— Lao Tzu
