by Not Ryuss
Long before kingdoms, gods, and mortal songs, the WorldBearer carried existence upon its ancient shell. From its back rose the first ancient forces: beings of steel, ice, lightning, stone, instinct, and observation. They shaped pressure into land, silence into stillness, hunger into life, and chaos into movement. Beneath their power, the first races opened their eyes to a world still young enough to bleed. But this is not the world that learned mercy in time. When the Black Sea first appears, it is not understood as a wound. It is feared. Then attacked. Then hidden. And in the silence left behind, it grows. What begins as a scar beneath creation becomes a hunger beneath all things. The ancient forces turn against their own purposes. Mortals begin to fear the gifts they once prayed for. Grace bearers are hunted, worshiped, or made into weapons. Souls crowd the halls of the dead. Resurrection becomes less of a miracle and more of a curse. And above it all, the WorldBearer endures. Ancient. Silent. Wounded. Still carrying a world that has forgotten how to heal. As the Black Sea spreads through the roots of existence, a handful of survivors must decide whether the world is still worth saving, or whether some worlds are only meant to become warnings. Because the end did not come from one great evil. It came from every mercy refused. Every truth buried. Every wound left unnamed. WorldBearer: The Last Dome is the dark reflection of the original WorldBearer: a mythic tragedy of ancient powers, broken faith, mortal fear, and the terrible question that waits beneath all dying worlds: What happens when hope survives longer than the world itself?
