Unlocked Potential
I know This might be a longass description, But just read it and you'll be pretty interested,
The continent of Myriad was a land drawn in blood and borders.
To the North, the jagged peaks belonged to the Dragons, the masters of the sky. To the East, the ancient forests were the domain of the Elves, the silent guardians of nature. The South was a chaotic sprawl of Beastmen, Vampires, and Witches, living in the shadows.
But the West, and the largest territory, belonged to Humanity. They were ruled not by a single king, but by a Triumvirate of power, Two Emperors, Kael and Thorne, and the breathtaking Empress Seraphina.
Peace in Myriad was a fragile thing, held together only by the fear of mutually assured destruction.
That fear vanished the moment the sky tore open.
It happened directly above the Sacred Grounds, the neutral, holy center of the continent that no race dared to claim.
The atmosphere didn't just break, it shattered. A massive rift opened in the heavens, but it wasn't a gate of light. It was a swirling dark nebula, an ominously beautiful void that looked like the bruised side of the universe. It spun with a gravity that made the mountains groan and the oceans recede.
From that abyss, a single figure descended.
He didn't fall like a meteor, he floated down, bathed in an aura of terrifying, silent pressure. He wore a long black coat embroidered with golden patterns that rippled like liquid metal. His hair, black as the void above, flowed down to his back.
As his boots touched the grass of the Sacred Grounds, the shockwave silenced the world.
The leaders of every race, having rushed to the borders of the neutral zone, watched in paralyzed awe.
The Dragons lowered their massive heads, their vertical pupils dilating. They felt it in their marrow, a "Creator" bloodline. Their pride evaporated, replaced by an instinctual need to kneel.
The Vampires hissed, shielding their eyes. The man’s aura was dark, yet it possessed a "sacredness" that burned their retinas.
The Elves, however, stood frozen. They possessed the secret Nature Cultivation, allowing them to feel the will of the planet. They watched in disbelief as the charred grass at the man’s feet instantly bloomed. The wind didn't blow past him, it curled around him mysteriously. The world wasn't just accepting him, it was worshipping him.
And then, there were the Humans.
Emperor Kael and Emperor Thorne stood at the edge of the crater, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords. They expected a monster. Instead, they saw a man of such striking perfection that they felt a sudden, irrational desire to pledge their loyalty to him.
But for Empress Seraphina, the feeling was violent.
She clutched her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. It wasn't just admiration. It was a magnetic, visceral pull. A hunger. She looked at his golden irises, eyes that seemed to hold the weight of dying stars, and felt a possessiveness she had never known.
Mine, her soul screamed. He is mine.
For a moment, the man stood there, looking at the armies surrounding him. He opened his mouth as if to speak, to deliver a divine decree.
CLANG.
A sound echoed, not in the air, but in the souls of everyone present. It was the heavy, metallic sound of a cosmic chain locking into place.
The light in the man’s golden eyes instantly dimmed. The divine pressure vanished, sucked back into the void within him. His knees buckled, and the "God" collapsed face-forward into the dirt, looking suddenly like nothing more than a fragile mortal.