A thousand years ago, the continent of Vlad was a world of a lower plane. Its inhabitants worshiped their own gods. When the gods bestowed blessings upon them, they would worship and fight alongside their deities.
Over time, heaven and earth split apart, leaving the continent in ruins. Then, one day a thousand years later, the inhabitants could no longer contact the gods they worshiped.
The sky turned blood red, and a rain of blood brought the war to a halt. The inhabitants looked at one another, unable to understand what had happened. The sky gradually darkened. In the gloom, something seemed to be crawling closer, while whispers filled their ears. Soon, screams swept across the entire battlefield. With their gods gone, they began to flee, but they were powerless against the attacks of unknown creatures. It was a massacre.
The world began to fall into darkness. Screams, roars, and the sounds of fighting filled the air. A month later, the world fell silent.
“Each chapter will be fairly long, and the story is a slow burn. If you're patient, you can take your time reading it as a story. No pressure, though. This is my first time writing, so I may ramble a bit.”
