
by The Nameless
The gods are gone. Not by choice, nor by sacrifice, but by the consequences of a war they could not win. Their heavens stand silent, their kingdoms reduced to forgotten ruins, and their names survive only as fragments within myths, prophecies, and forbidden records. Yet as ancient seals begin to weaken and lost bloodlines awaken once more, whispers of a hidden truth spread across the Seven Planes—a truth buried since the dawn of creation itself. “Our gods have forsaken us—not out of mercy, but because they could no longer bear the consequences of their own defeat. Yet something stirs within you, Lampbearer. Something ancient. Something powerful. Something hungry. Tell me... when the forgotten truth finally awakens, will you stand against the darkness that devoured the gods? Or will you become the hand that delivers their long-awaited judgment?” “This war will last for ages of gods... Among which, the blood of thousand life shall and will be spilled... In this infinite World's abyss, a being considered as a nullity amongst The Great... Born in the place where absolute evil gathered, I will stand out and reach the essence of existence... life... Thus will begin an Age of Chaos.” —Nameless For countless eras, history has repeated in an endless cycle of ascension, ruin, and rebirth. Now, as the Twenty-Third Era begins, something ancient stirs beyond Heaven and Abyss alike. Neither god nor demon, neither savior nor tyrant, it is an existence erased from fate itself. And as the world approaches another age of divine war, only one question remains: when the forgotten finally return, will they deliver salvation... or retribution?
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