It began with a sound no mortal ear had ever known — a resonance that tore through space itself, louder than a thousand storms, sharper than any blade, deeper than the heart of the world. It was a sound that shook the very laws of existence, a violent pulse that radiated outward, carrying with it a promise of both creation and destruction.
The stars trembled. Entire constellations flickered and twisted as if recoiling from the force. Planets cracked, oceans heaved, and the sky itself fractured in a display of light and shadow that defied comprehension.
Where the sound struck most violently, colossal Titans fell. Beings of unimaginable size and power, older than the memory of the universe itself, tumbled across worlds not their own. They crashed with such force that mountains shattered on impact, rivers boiled, and valleys collapsed into themselves. Their bodies fragmented, scattering pieces that still throbbed with raw, living energy — fragments that would one day become the source of legends, wars, and the rise of mortals who dared to wield them.
On one fragile, blue-green world far from the origin of the Titans, fragments rained silently. Some buried themselves in forests, whispering to roots and soil. Some sank into rivers, waiting for hands bold enough to touch them. And some lay dormant atop mountains, silent, watching, as if aware that the right blood would awaken them when the time was right.
Civilizations rose atop these fragments, unaware of the true magnitude of what had fallen from the heavens. Martial sects, wandering clans, and kingdoms fought over fragments, attempting to harness their strange energies. Knowledge of the Titans was incomplete, scattered like the pieces themselves, and entire wars were waged over scraps of understanding.
And in the middle of all this, the Aetheris Covenant rose. Five thousand years ago, they were unmatched. They understood the fragments, studied the Titans, and mapped the origin of the Bang itself. They reached for knowledge no mortal had ever held, mastering arts and secrets that blurred the line between life, energy, and consciousness.
But mastery comes with a price. Rivalries, jealousy, and the subtle influence of the Titans themselves fractured the sect. Knowledge that had been painstakingly accumulated teetered on the brink of oblivion. Entire generations of sages vanished, leaving only whispers of forbidden techniques.
Yet, in defiance of fate, the Covenant left a legacy — a secret technique that could store knowledge in blood, passed down silently through generations until the right heir awakened it. A spark lay dormant, waiting for the day it would stir.
The world moved on. Factions rose and fell. Wars erupted over fragments, and tales of power beyond comprehension spread across lands and seas. But the bloodline slept, hidden, unrecognized, biding its time.
And though no one knew it yet, a boy would one day awaken the echoes of eternity, a boy whose fate would intertwine with Titans, fragments, and the Void itself.
The first rumble had passed, but the world would never be the same.