
by Reinhardt V
Once, the world was ordered. Or so the histories claim. Beyond the veil of recorded time lie continents shaped by judgment and fire, seas ruled by unseen hands, and skies claimed by those who decide who may rise and who must fall. Empires stand upon foundations they no longer remember building, guarded by powers they only half understand. Between Paradise abandoned and Hell yet unclaimed stretches a long descent-through nations hardened by conquest, through truths buried so deeply they have become law. Old oaths fracture. Ancient forces stir. And what was erased from memory begins to walk again. This is not a tale of salvation. It is the chronicle of a world moving, step by step, toward its reckoning.
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