Prologue:

 When Gods Fall, When Gods Rise (Before the Betrayal, Before the War, Before the Curse)

The world was once theirs.

A realm bathed in gold and fire, power and devotion. A kingdom where gods did not just rule from the heavens—they walked among their people, adored, feared, and unstoppable.

Selene, Goddess of Light, bore the weight of creation in her hands. Her radiance stretched across the lands, her very breath weaving the cycle of life and death.

Kael, God of Dominion, was the force that bound the realms together. A warrior born from the cosmos itself, his power was both sword and shield, protector and destroyer.

Together, they were balance.

Together, they were eternal.

Until he turned against them.

Valik—once their most trusted, once a brother in divinity—betrayed them.

The people, swayed by his whispered lies, turned their backs on their gods. Fear twisted their worship into hatred.

Their kingdom burned.

Their temples crumbled.

Their names were stripped from history itself.

But the worst betrayal was yet to come.

Kael fell first.

Struck down by a blade forged from the very stars that had once crowned him. His roar shook the heavens, his blood painting the world below.

Selene watched him fall.

She fought. She burned everything to the ground.

And still—she was brought to her knees.

Bound. Cursed. Erased.

The gods died that day.

Or so the world believed.

But fate does not forget.

Their souls were never truly lost.

Only hidden.

Only waiting.

Waiting for the moment they would remember.

Waiting for the moment they would rise again.

And this time—they would not fall.