Star: End

At the beginning of the universe, there were twelve rays of light, falling from the infinite deep sky, weaving the beautiful pattern of the sky. They are called the ecliptic, they are the orbit of all things, the rhythm of the changing seasons, and the never-dark golden thread on the spindle of destiny. Those in charge of this brilliance are the Twelve Star Gods. They are the incarnation of the law and the reflection of the stars in the human world. Since ancient times, they have performed their own duties in the Star Temple and maintained the fragile balance of all realms. It was a moment that even time froze. A dark crack that had never been recorded on any star map quietly tore apart the dome of the temple. It is not nothingness, but an older, colder existence. What flows from it is not energy, but an oracle. There is no sound, but it resounds deep in the soul of every star god; there is no word, but its meaning is engraved on the core of the god like a soldering iron: "Balance has become a shackle, and coexistence is an illusion. At the end of the old era, only those who have finally come to an end can see their miracles." After the prophecy, only absolute silence remained. For billions of years, they have been the guardians of order and the spokespersons of the stars. At this moment, the oracle, with irrefutable absoluteness, turned the ties that held the world together into the sharpest blade between each other's throats. Trust cracks and collapses in a trillionth of a second. When the eyes intertwined, there was no longer an eternal tacit understanding, but suddenly ignited suspicion, deep fear, and... A naked desire for the only throne. The golden age has died in silence. Who is the first shadow of darkness, who stirs up the first ray of blood. Under the stars, the war begins.