Chapter 0: Prologue – The World of Oblivara
There is a realm without end, a domain so vast that no horizon could ever hope to contain it. This is Oblivara, a world forged not by chance, nor by natural order, but by the will of one being alone—the End God. To mortals, he is myth. To gods, he is terror. Yet in truth, the End God is none other than the one who walks among them: Luxrath, the absolute.
Oblivara stretches beyond the comprehension of even the oldest pantheons. It is a realm where wars never cease, where the clash of steel echoes through the ages, where kingdoms rise only to be consumed by fire and shadow. In this land, fantasy is not mere dream—it is law, carved into the bones of reality itself.
Here, war is eternal. Armies march not for land alone, but for survival. Dragons soar above burning fields, titans carve mountains as if they were mere clay, and sorcerers wield storms that drown entire nations. It is a world painted in the language of conflict, yet one ruled by a single truth: power decides everything.
And at the very heart of this chaos stands Luxrath. Not as a savior. Not as a tyrant. But as something far greater. He is war given form, a being who does not merely fight battles but rewrites them. His existence itself bends armies to their knees, for he is both creator and destroyer—the god who forged Oblivara, and the one who can unmake it in a single breath.
The story of Oblivara is not just the story of kingdoms and warriors. It is the story of Luxrath—his beginning, his endless rise, his transcendence above all concepts of strength and weakness. He is the alpha and the omega, the sword and the silence that follows.
This is not a tale of hope. It is not a tale of despair. It is the tale of Oblivara, a world without limits, and the one who reigns above it all.