Disclaimer: I didn't intend to launch this yet, misclicked on accident, the one chapter that's there is still heavily WIP as well The gods have died. The world is left a festering carcass. Humans thrive in this carrion land, fighting one another for their place in the comforting light of their ancestor's great funerary pyre, while all others are shoved aside into the twilight of being. As Fate herself grieves the tragedies she has witnessed, she weaves the same tapestry over and over again, hoping against hope that the same actions will have different results, not noticing how her old threads are fraying away. This is the seventh age of the manaregnum, humanities undisputed rule over the rags of the world. Seven times have empires risen, seven cataclysms have razed them to the ground, seven times has humanity recovered and begun anew. This is a collection of short stories in and around this world. Expect magic and adventure. I will aim to release a new chapter each week.