Long ago, the world was not divided as it is today. The realms of mortals, gods, and demons coexisted, their borders blurred, their powers interwoven. In this world, kings ruled over mortal kingdoms, gods protected the balance of the universe, and demons roamed the shadows, hungry for dominion over all.
Yet power, by its very nature, is never content to remain still.
As evil grew in the world, the gods blessed mortals with gifts of their own: magic born of the elements, the power to bend nature to their will, and the strength to stand against creatures far beyond their comprehension. Thus were born the witches—those chosen to hold the balance between light and dark.
Witches, in their divine feminine, had influence and power over the four realms, much to the fear and envy of the demigods. Demigods were beings neither fully divine nor mortal. As they fell or were cast out from the heavens, they sought to claim the world as their own. Their ambitions cast shadows over both the celestial and mortal realms. They whispered promises of immortality to kings and offered forbidden magic to demons, manipulating both to fuel their rise.
The witches were dwindling as they could not be procreated by only being reincarnated, as the gods then feared them and what they could become. As one such demigod grew in power, he learned of a way to erase the ancient magic. He wove threads of power so fine they could twist the minds of kings and trap the very souls of mortals. With their reincarnation halted, this demigod and his monster and demon lieutenants spread their evil like poison, corrupting lands once sacred and turning them into domains of fear and despair.
As their numbers dwindled, they took it upon themselves to raise shamans and priests who could act as intermediaries. They shared their wisdom and knowledge so that there was still a force of good in the world. However, mortals are easily susceptible to the schemes of demigods and even demons.
Now, the world is fractured. Mortals cling to kingdoms ruled by tyrants and corrupt rulers. The gods, weakened by centuries of war, retreat into their realms, leaving the world to its fate. Demons prowl the shadows, some driven by ancient curses, others by their insatiable hunger. The threads of the demigods' schemes remain, weaving chaos into the fabric of existence.
This is a tale of ambition and redemption. Of love and betrayal. Of power and the cost of wielding it. It is a story where heroes are not born but made, forged in the fires of their fears and the choices they dare to make.
The threads of fate are woven. What will they create? A tapestry of hope—or an unraveling into chaos?
The journey begins.