The Birth of the World
In the void where nothingness and chaos intertwined, there were no shapes, no sound—only silence. Then, from the heart of this silence, four beings emerged. They were not born, for nothing had yet existed to bear the weight of birth. They had always been, for they were the architects of existence itself.
The God of Minerals was the first to speak, his voice a deep rumble that echoed through the nothingness. With his hands, he molded the very foundation of the world, shaping the mountains, valleys, and the earth beneath. The ground cracked open at his command, rivers of molten rock spilled forth, and from his grasp, the very core of the world began to form.
Next, The God of Gravity raised his arms, and the universe trembled. He bound the heavens and earth together with invisible threads, giving order to the chaos. His influence caused the stars to dance in the sky, the oceans to settle, and the mountains to stand tall. The planet began to turn, and the concept of balance was born.
Then came The God of Elements, who wove the air, the seas, and the flames that would shape life itself. From his breath came the winds that howled across the plains and the rains that nourished the land. His hands carved rivers of fire and froze the seas with the touch of his fingers. The forces of water, fire, wind, electricity and frost intertwined to give birth to the dynamic world that would sustain life.
Finally, The God of Life and Arcane, whose presence was the pulse of creation itself. He did not shape with his hands, nor bind with his will; instead, he breathed life into the world. From his very essence, the seeds of all things living took root. Trees grew, creatures walked, and the first humans opened their eyes. He intertwined the threads of life with the arcane, a force of unimaginable power that connected the physical and the spiritual, bridging the mortal and the divine.
Together, the gods stood and gazed upon the world they had crafted. It was a place of perfect balance, where the minerals gave structure, the gravity held it all together, the elements brought life and change, and the arcane breathed purpose into it all. Yet, they were not content simply with the creation—they sought the continuation of their work, a world where the creatures they birthed could thrive.
Thus, the gods began to impart their powers to the beings of the world, bestowing each race with a fragment of their essence—giving them the secondary heart of power, ensuring that the world would be a reflection of the gods’ eternal cooperation.
But all was not as peaceful as it seemed. For while the gods created, they also wrought the seeds of conflict, for their power was vast, and not all shared the vision of harmony. What followed would be a long and bloody history—a story of power struggles, betrayal, and the rise and fall of empires.
The seeds of destruction had been sown. And the world would never be the same again.
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At first, the world flourished under the rule of the gods, each race and being living in peace, and each god respected for their part in the creation. The people, gifted with elemental powers from their respective gods, worked the land, cultivated harmony, and coexisted in a balance forged by divine will. There was prosperity, unity, and peace.
But, as time passed, the nature of the world itself began to change.
It was the people of the God of Life and Arcane who first fell prey to the whispers of greed. At first, it was subtle. A single man, then a few, growing ambitious, seeking more power to protect their families, to help their cities rise above others. The temptation was intoxicating—the belief that life could be controlled, extended, and shaped into perfection, with no boundaries. And so, these first few began to tamper with the forces of life and death, not understanding that they were slowly cracking the very foundation of the world.
The God of Life and Arcane, who once nurtured and sustained, began to change. His power was no longer pure. The unchecked ambitions of his followers gnawed at his essence. Greed began to distort his once-boundless compassion, and his arcane energy grew chaotic, tainted. The corruption spread not just among his followers but to the very god himself. His thoughts grew darker, his judgment clouded.
The God of Elements, seeing the unbalance and the potential for all creation to collapse, was forced to act. His will bent the very world itself, manifesting his essence through elemental dragons—beasts of pure elemental power: Fire, Wind, Water, Frost, and Electric. These dragons embodied his dominion over the forces of nature, their power unmatched. They would be the guardians, the enforcers of balance.
The God of Minerals, realizing the corruption threatened to tear apart the world, took the form of a claymore sword, one that could split into two spreading swords: one embodying Creation, the ability to forge and shape the world, and the other representing Manipulation, the power to reshape and control it. These blades, each carrying the essence of the god's creation and manipulation abilities, could not only shape the world but were also the keys to restoring balance should the need arise.
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The God of Gravity, too, understood the world’s fragility. In his infinite wisdom, he transformed into a pair of gloves, each crafted to hold the weight of the universe. These gloves represented the control over gravitational forces, the ability to bind or release, to press down or lift up the very laws of the cosmos. The gloves would act as anchors, holding the fabric of the world together in the face of the corruption.
Together, these three gods—the God of Elements, the God of Minerals, and the God of Gravity—transformed their essences into physical manifestations to combat the chaos. The Elemental Dragons stood as the gods' enforcers, while the Claymore of Creation and Manipulation and the Gloves of Gravity became symbols of the gods' power to reshape the world and restore balance.
The corrupted God of Life and Arcane now loomed over the world, a shadow of his former self. Those who remained loyal to him—the true-hearted worshippers—sought desperately to restore him, to purify his tainted soul. Among them were the priests and scholars who still believed in the divine order, who believed that the god could be healed. But they could not do it alone.
In a final, desperate plea for help, the last of the God of Life and Arcane’s faithful gathered together. They would perform a summoning ritual, one that would break the law of the universe—the law that no energy could be erased from existence. They sought to summon someone from beyond their world, someone whose power was capable of undoing the irreversible corruption, someone with the ability to delete the very law that held the universe together.
They called forth Azrael: a mysterious, otherworldly woman, a being from a world where the laws of creation were different—where destruction, in its purest form, could restore balance. She would be the one to save their god, to purify him, to stop the spiral of decay.
Her name, however, would not be known to them yet. What mattered was that she was coming. Her power was the key to breaking the corruption.
But what the summoning ritual failed to reveal was the price. For with the breaking of the law of erasure, there would be consequences unforeseen, a disturbance in the natural order. The world would begin to warp and twist, things from different dimensions would bleed through, and what had once been hidden would now be known.
The woman, powerful yet unfamiliar with the world’s intricacies, would find herself at the center of a conflict she did not understand. And while her purpose was clear—restore balance by undoing the corruption—she would also discover that the world was not as simple as it appeared. Forces, both divine and mortal, would be in opposition, and not everyone would want the God of Life and Arcane to be saved.
The Chosen Of The Gods
As the gods faced the corruption brought on by the greed of their followers, they knew that their time was running out. But before they could be consumed entirely, the gods sought out the strongest of mortals—those who could carry their essence and protect the world from the aftermath of their fall. The chosen individuals would bear the gods’ power in a form meant to stabilize the earth and bring balance. But it was not an easy burden. Their power would surge with an intensity that even they could hardly contain.
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The Chosen of the God of Elements
The Elemental Dragons—Fire, Wind, Water, Frost, and Electric—breathed their power into those who would become their chosen, but it was not the dragons’ direct form that would be imbued into these mortals. Instead, the chosen ones would be defined by their immense elemental mastery. They would be able to channel their elemental energy with such intensity that, in combat, their power would burst from their backs in the form of radiant, angelic wings. These wings were not given by the dragons themselves—they were born of the chosen ones' raw elemental might, a physical manifestation of their power.
In battle, these wings would serve as a reminder of their connection to the elements they commanded, empowering them with additional strength. Their fiery wings would scorch the battlefield, their wind-born wings would tear through the air with speed, electro would decimate all foes in a blink of an eye, water would surge like a tide, and frost would freeze the very air they passed through. The wings were symbols of their power, reflecting the immense energy flowing through their bodies.
The Elemental Chosen would be warriors of nature, able to bend the very forces of the earth and sky to their will. But it came at a cost. They had to maintain constant control over their immense power, or risk being consumed by the elements they wielded.
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The Chosen of the God of Minerals
The God of Minerals, whose mastery over the earth’s strongest materials was unparalleled, transferred his essence through a Claymore that could split into two separate swords. These swords represented the balance of creation and manipulation—one blade forged to create, the other to manipulate. The Chosen of the God of Minerals would wield these swords, and in doing so, they gained the ability to craft and shape the very land they walked upon.
But the power of these swords was more than just raw strength. The chosen ones were marked by a bond of mental stability as unshakable as the hardest materials known to the world. They could manipulate ore, stone, and metal as easily as breathing. They were the masters of the earth, able to create fortresses of stone or break apart mountains with a single stroke. Their bond with the God of Minerals ensured that their will could never be easily swayed—each strike, each creation, carried the weight of unyielding resolve.
When in battle, the two blades would split—one becoming a sword of creation, allowing them to shape and form structures or armor from the earth, while the other would be a blade of manipulation, able to control the movements of the earth and strike with deadly precision.
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The Chosen of the God of Gravity
The God of Gravity bestowed his essence through a pair of gloves, each one symbolizing the very force that governed the universe. The chosen of Gravity would be those born with an overwhelming inheritance of power, but they were gifted with the tools to control such force. These gloves would allow them to manipulate the very fabric of space, to control mass and weight on a scale few could comprehend.
The power of gravity granted them the ability to create black holes with nothing more than a gesture, to alter the weight of any object, to distort time and space itself. The chosen ones could crush their enemies beneath the force of a thousand suns or turn the very air around them into a crushing weight that could collapse bones and armor alike.
The Gravitational Chosen would be the most dangerous, as their power extended beyond just physical domination. They could manipulate the universe’s very balance, making them almost godlike in their ability to control the world around them. Their gloves would grant them the ability to create black holes, collapsing space and sucking everything into nothingness. When they fought, the air would crackle with pressure, their every movement altering the gravitational pull around them, making it impossible to escape their wrath.
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These chosen individuals, infused with the gods' very essence, would shape the world anew. They would carry with them the burden of the gods’ power, as well as their responsibility. Each god’s chosen one was not only a reflection of their deity but also the inheritor of immense abilities. Together, they would either rebuild the world in the image of the gods or bring about its ultimate destruction.