Two hundred thousand years ago, the world of Angrosa was engulfed in a brutal war. Not a war between kingdoms or nations—but a divine war, waged by the gods themselves.
Each god, bloated with pride and hatred for the others, fought desperately to prove they were the one true deity. Their war extended beyond the heavens. They commanded their races to take arms, to fight on their behalf, to prove that the races in which these gods created were superior than the other. To them the lives of the people didn't matter to them after all they were gods if their race became extinct it would just prove that their race was weak and they'll just make a new one.
As the war raged, the world burned. Entire races were driven to extinction. Only the most powerful remained:
The Floops, with their superior magic and combat skills,
The Beastmen, with their strength,
The Fairies, with their magic,
The Death Folk, immortal beings who could never truly die.
The Starlights, whoms magic surpassed all other races,
And the Dragons, being that could compete with the strong,
The rest—humans, elves, dwarves, and countless others—were hunted down, scattered, hiding in caves and ruins, praying for a miracle. But the gods offered no mercy. Only silence.
Until five humans decided enough was enough.
Was it a foolish dream? Absolutely. Standing against the six dominant races was akin to defying fate itself. These beings were almost demi-gods in all but name. What could five mortals hope to achieve?
But they weren't alone.
They had help from two mysterious siblings—the last children of the God of Chaos, a forgotten deity long presumed dead. Together, they did the impossible: they stole the Divine Crown, the artifact that determined the true sovereign of the gods.
The heavens trembled in fury.
Enraged, the six dominant races gave chase, seeking to reclaim the crown. But the siblings did not run. Instead, they handed the crown to the humans and turned to face their pursuers, buying precious time.
The humans fled to the resting place of the fallen Chaos God—his tomb, hidden within the desolate lands once shattered by the battle of which the gods fought each other. But entry was not simple. They had to face five deadly trials, each one claiming a life.
One by one, they fell.
Until only one remained. Wounded, broken, barely alive, the final human reached the tomb's heart. With his last breath, he placed the crown upon the corpse of the God of Chaos.
And the impossible happened.
The God of Chaos rose again.
With a wrath far greater than the gods had imagined, he brought the war to an end. He imprisoned the 24 gods who had waged war upon his world, sealing them in hidden sanctuaries across Angrosa. Their divine essence was repurposed—to heal the planet, to restore the magic they had drained from the land.
The war was over. And for the first time in centuries, the lower races could breathe. Rebuild. Thrive.
It was said the God of Chaos now watches from the heavens, silent but ever present, ensuring no god ever again forgets their place.
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A boy sat across from a woman in a horse-drawn carriage as it rolled down a dirt path under a pale afternoon sky. She read the story aloud to him from a heavy old book bound in red leather.
"Wait," the boy said, blinking. "I'm surprised the humans actually managed to revive a god. And why was his grave just... there? Wouldn't the other gods have destroyed his corpse if they really wanted him dead? And how can a crown revive a body?"
The woman laughed softly. "You ask too many good questions," she said, closing the book slightly. "The twins—the children of Chaos—made a deal. They promised to serve the other gods without question, to kill at their command, if only they could bury their father's body."
"Wait, really?" the boy frowned. "That's kind of dark."
"Mm-hmm," she nodded. "And as for the crown reviving him… well, no one knew for sure. It was a gamble."
"A gamble?!" the boy echoed, wide-eyed. "So they put the fate of the whole world on a maybe?"
Odessa grinned, her orange hair catching the light as the wind played with it. "They did. And somehow… it worked."
The boy slumped back in his seat. "That's insane…"
"Maybe," she said, smiling fondly. "But thanks to them, we get to live our lives freely now. So I say we're lucky."
"Did the twins die?" the boy asked after a pause.
"Yes," Odessa replied gently.
"They didn't get to be with their father again?"
A quiet moment passed.
"…We'll never know," she said softly, staring out the carriage window.