Prologue
Before the clash of steel and the rise of rebellion, The Golden Eon prevailed—a time of unshakable peace, where the Heavenly Principles and their pantheon ruled. The Lower Gods walked among the humans without a single worry, The Higher Gods keeping themselves rested in the clouds for important matters. And the Heavenly Principles, the ones who watched and kept the order, the ones that watched as the creations of their Master—Zion, Creator of all—flourish. Under their divine guidance, the land prospered; harvests were bountiful, the people thrived, and no one knew hunger. But peace, like all things, brings with it the weight of rules, and with rules come those who seek to break them.
This was the dawn of a war that would change everything.
Helios, the god of the Sun, hailed as the savior of all, led the charge against the rising dissent. To many, he was the light that guided them, but to others, he was a harbinger of oppression. His very own brother, Alcyon—the god of Stars—stood in opposition, a guardian of the old ways. Where Helios sought a new order, Alcyon fought to preserve the balance that had stood for millennia, and so did various others. The two clashed in a war known as The First of Many, a war whose echoes would be felt across generations and told in treacherous tales.
The end of that conflict remains shrouded in mystery. What is known is that Alcyon, once revered, was cast into the depths of Tartarus, exiled to rot in silence. Whispers remain of his eventual fate—of what befell him, and whether his fall was at the hands of his brother, or those he once called allies. One truth survives: Alcyon’s fall marked the beginning of a new age, one where the foundations of the old world crumbled beneath the weight of divine ambition.
