by untitled one
Centuries in the future, humanity is no longer at the top of the food chain. Long ago, divine beings of the same ancient race as the Mother of the Noxari descended and bestowed power upon humans. What was meant to guide civilization became its greatest weapon. Empires rose. Alliances shattered. And then the war began. Not years.Not decades.Centuries of endless conflict. The Noxari — a celestial-blooded race born from the Mother herself — were never meant to interfere. But as humanity twisted divine gifts into tools of annihilation, the balance of existence began to fracture. Now the gods are silent.The war still burns.And something older than both humanity and the Noxari has begun to stir. In a world where power is inherited from the divine and survival belongs to the ruthless, one truth remains: The beings who gave humanity power may be the ones who have to take it back.
