A wish… a desire… a need…
For countless ages, these have haunted the hearts of men.
Endlessly they reach, yet never are they satisfied.
Never fulfilled.
Always grasping for more… and more… and more.
The Gods, perched high upon their thrones beyond the veil of stars, watched with cold
amusement.
And at last, amused by humanity's insatiable hunger, they chose to answer.
The sky split open.
From the wound in the heavens descended an angel—an unfathomable being wrapped in
blinding light.
His face shone with a cruel kind of grace, divine yet distant.
His wings, vast as continents, cast shadows over oceans.
His form dwarfed mountains, a monument to the otherworldly presence.
Then, in a voice softer than a whisper yet heavier than thunder, he spoke—and the Earth stood still:
"O children of Adam… the Gods, seated upon the thrones beyond stars, have heard your cries. And so, the divine Cup of Reincarnation shall descend to your world one year from this day. He who claims it shall wield the power to reshape existence in their image.
You may lie. You may kill. You may burn the world to ash—so long as you win. But know this:
only one may claim the Cup. The rest shall be unmade, their souls erased from the book of
time. And if none succeed… all of human history shall vanish, as though it never was."
With that, the angel vanished in a blink—leaving behind no trace but silence, dread… and a world already beginning to crack