The world was not born of silence.
It was forged in fire, drowned in floods, and breathed into being by gods who walked among mortals.
Aeonis — the cradle of civilisation — was ruled by the Supreme God, master of life and reality itself. At his side stood the Goddess of Love and the Goddess of Balance, whose radiance kept harmony across the realms.
But peace never lasts where envy thrives.
From the depths of eternity rose Helluva, the God of Darkness and Chaos. He was once a son of the Supreme God, but jealousy devoured him. Where his brother Zuma, the God of Elements, protected the universe, Helluva sought to unmake it. With a forbidden book written before time itself, he raised legions of shadows and turned gods against each other.
The heavens trembled. Civilisations crumbled. Stars themselves flickered under the weight of chaos.
At the last hour, when all seemed lost, the Supreme God struck his son down. Helluva's body was sealed into a distant lifeform — a young planet known as Earth. Zuma stood victorious, yet he carried the scars of betrayal, for the war of gods had only been delayed, not ended.
A thousand ages passed. Mortals rose, built kingdoms, and worshipped gods without knowing how close they had come to annihilation.
Until men of dust and curiosity unearthed what should have remained buried.
Archaeologists, blind to consequence, broke the seal deep beneath the earth. A whisper of darkness slipped free, and with it, Helluva's chains cracked. His laughter spread like poison, and his legions, once shadows in slumber, stirred awake.
Now, as chaos prepares to devour Aeonis once more, Zuma and the gods must choose mortal champions to fight in their stead.
Among them is a boy who knows nothing of divinity.
A boy born of two worlds — half-god, half-mortal.
A boy whose destiny is to rise as the protector of all life.
His name is Rael.
And his story begins the m
oment the gods bleed again.