In the ancient era, it was believed that gods walked among mortals. They existed alongside humans, blending in as ordinary beings. They granted blessings to those who believed in them, lived human lives, and punished transgressors. However, this era did not last long, as the stars descended upon them. Corruption and madness began to manifest in the celestial beings, and even the gods were not immune to their malevolence.

War broke out among the gods as they turned against each other. 

They arrived...

they observed...

and they conquered...

For the humans who survived the gods' cataclysmic battle, that fateful day became known as the "Judgment Day." They ran and hid from the celestial beings they once worshiped, realizing that the very gods they had revered were now the source of their destruction. The humans turned their backs on these deities, labeling them as "Evil Gods." Their hearts were quick to change.

As human civilization began to crumble, their gods paid them no heed. Their feeble pleas went unanswered, and their tears dried upon touching the desolate earth. The cursed land, a consequence of the divine conflict, had an air so suffocating that even the slightest contact with it left small creatures frozen stiff. Before long, malevolent creatures emerged on this accursed land, feeding on anything, including their own kind. Once again, humans were forced to abandon their homeland and seek refuge far away from these nightmarish horrors.

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During the first epoch, they fled and concealed themselves, and their weakness became ever more apparent. As they prioritized their survival, their history faded into obscurity. Their population dwindled, and children were born with deformities. Their land was wrested from them, and they were no longer at the top of the hierarchy. Struggling merely to preserve their existence, they initiated wars among themselves, resulting in death and theft, and sowing despair among their kind. They held a deep belief in themselves, convinced that their own hands held the power.

As if witnessing humanity descending into greater chaos, the stars once again decided to descend, not just one or two but seven. In contrast to their previous benevolence, these celestial visitors brought destruction, reducing everything to dust upon their touch. The land quaked with tremendous force, the seas grew restless, and the wind vanished.

The land sank into the ocean, leaving only a mist-shrouded remnant. The sea was enveloped in an unending fog, with lightning constantly flashing within. There were no safe havens for living beings; they faced the options of perishing due to destruction, succumbing to corruption, or falling prey to predators.

The question remained: How far would humanity have to humble itself before they could be rescued?