Blood Feather

He brought forth the world, forging the Nine Divine Feathers from divine blood. The divine led mortals, establishing a flourishing realm for all ages. A prophecy of disaster whispered a thousand years ago: the “Pivot” would come. It would sweep across the land, engulf all, kill without mercy, and descend into madness. It seemed possessed, and the people it loved… fell silent, lost to the dust. Amid the ruins, he met her. The sound of a long flute thrust them to the front lines of fate, to the front lines of the world. Love and hatred, redemption and destruction, lay across their path. They had to choose, or be destroyed. With the chains of destiny stretched before them, they refused to let disaster descend. They burned away everything, trying to change the one fatal question that had remained unchanged since time immemorial: fate.