by Zephyre
The world was never meant to be kind. Darkness gave birth to monsters that hunted humanity to the brink of extinction, leaving only the Acknowledged to stand against them. Every battle, every loss, and every sacrifice pushes them closer to becoming something greater… or something far worse. The world itself seems to be guiding humanity toward an unknown purpose, one written long before anyone drew their first breath. Because beyond the endless suffering lies a truth no one is prepared to face: The world was created for a single purpose. To raise someone capable of killing it's own god. “Only in my death shall you be free from darkness”
