The Sixth God

We believe that science is the magic of the previous era.

Fireballs flicker through the streets and alleys, while knights' fighting auras shine beneath a steel sky.

People praise the gods and study magic, convinced that this is the whole truth of the world.

Until I awoke from a long slumber, and the roar of nine shackles came from deep within my genes.

In my eyes, spells are distorted code, holy swords are high-energy particles in motion, and the immortal gods are nothing more than a cold weapons factory silently orbiting above.

Beneath the dust of history, an annihilated civilization left behind two conflicting legacies:

One is the radiance of magic, the other the echo of technology.

And I am the third answer, the one about to make a choice...