Here's a prologue for you:
Prologue: The Unexpected Arrival
The sun rose over the bustling city, casting a warm glow over the concrete jungle. People went about their daily routines, unaware of the monumental shift that was about to occur. Children laughed on their way to school, entrepreneurs sipped coffee on their morning commutes, and lovers strolled hand-in-hand through the park.
In the quaint suburban neighborhoods, families gathered around breakfast tables, sharing stories of yesterday's adventures. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of morning traffic.
Life was predictable, comfortable, and familiar.
But without warning, the tranquility was shattered.
A colossal tower materialized in the heart of the city, its peak disappearing into the clouds. The air trembled as the ground shook beneath its massive foundation. Windows shattered, buildings swayed, and the once-clear sky turned a foreboding grey.
Panic spread like wildfire as people stumbled through the chaos, seeking answers. Cars screeched to a halt, horns blaring in confusion. Sirens wailed, and screams pierced the air.
The tower stood unmoving, its surface etched with ancient runes that pulsed with an otherworldly energy. An eerie silence emanated from within, as if it held secrets and mysteries beyond human comprehension.
Life would never be the same.
The city's rhythm came to a grinding halt, replaced by an unsettling stillness. The tower's presence hung over the city like a specter, casting a shadow that stretched far beyond its physical boundaries.
This tower was know as the God's tower and the day the Gods' Tower appeared, the very foundations of human society began to unravel. Panic and chaos gripped the world as governments struggled to maintain order.
Riots erupted in cities, with looters and scavengers preying on the fearful. Martial law was declared in many nations, but even the military's presence couldn't stem the tide of anarchy.
As night descended, the towers' pulsing runes cast an eerie glow, illuminating the devastation. The air reeked of smoke and ash, and the screams of the terrified echoed through the streets.
The first reports of supernatural occurrences began to surface:
People vanished into thin air.
Monstrous creatures emerged from the shadows.
The skies filled with winged beasts.
Hell had indeed begun.
In the midst of the chaos, a figure stood atop a ruined skyscraper, gazing up at the Gods' Tower. His eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity, and his voice carried on the wind:
"The Age of Mortals has ended. The Age of the Gods has begun."
As he spoke, the runes on the tower pulsed brighter, and the world trembled.
The figure vanished into the darkness, leaving behind a whispered prophecy:
"The Five will rise, and humanity will fall."
The world had entered a new era, one of darkness, terror, and submission to the will of the Gods.