The world did not end in a blaze of fire, but in a shower of blood. For six months, the sky bled a crimson hue, a shroud over a dying earth. From tears in the fabric of reality, beasts of impossible scale and grotesque form spilled into our realm. They were an unstoppable wave, a tsunami that erased nations and culled humanity by more than half. The age of man was over.
But in the ashes of the old world, a new one was forged. A select few, touched by the very energy that had brought ruin, awakened to a power that defied all science. They were not just the new inheritors of the world, they were its only hope. Yet even they could not have succeeded alone. From the gates that had brought forth monsters, five divine beings emerged. With wisdom and strength beyond mortal comprehension, three of them formed pacts with humanity, and a new era of power began.
The world was remade, split into two great alliances. In the East, four great powers held the reins of authority, governing from shining capitals that symbolized a fragile new order. In the West, all power flowed from a single, unseen source, a family who ruled not from a throne, but from the shadows of a puppet government.
And so, humanity endured. But its survival came at a cost. The new world was built on secrets, betrayals, and a cold, ruthless pragmatism. Not all who crossed from the other side were monsters. Some came seeking a new home, but for them, the new world was a brutal one—one of servitude and fear. For power had a taste for cruelty, and some found new ways to dominate those with a different bloodline.
This is the world as it stands today. A world of saints and saviors, of hidden races and ancient beings. A world that believes its savior is dead, its founder a forgotten ghost. What they don't know is that he has returned. And he knows nothing of the world he is about to enter.