The world trembled—not in fear, but in exaltation.
Seven fragments of another world had come, piercing through the barriers of Nyx and Erebus, the eternal guardians that shielded this reality from the vast, endless multiverse. Yet these fragments did not seek destruction. They merged, intertwining with the very fabric of existence, altering the destiny of gods and mortals alike.
The first fragment was a shroud of death. It carried with it the essence of a forgotten world, a realm where life was merely the prelude to something greater. As it descended, the Underworld stirred, its boundaries trembling as new life—unlife—was born.
From the fusion of this fragment and the Underworld, a new race came into being: the Undead.
Skeletons, clad in the tattered remnants of past lives, rose from their eternal slumber. Corpses, once still, found movement once more, their souls bound to rotting flesh, their hunger insatiable. Some creatures, caught in the collision, mutated—silver age humans, humans who were created by Prometheus, who had long lived near the gates of the Underworld, those who had survived the ancient catastrophe of a burning world.
Their bodies twisted, adapting to the death-laden fragment. Their humanity eroded, replaced with something new. They became the first werewolves and vampires, cursed and blessed by death itself, forever torn between the world of the living and the dead. Since then the last of the silver age humans are gone.
Then came the second fragment—a realm of light. It descended like a falling star, its radiance illuminating the heavens. It did not merely strike the world; it claimed it, embedding itself into Mount Olympus.
A thunderous roar echoed across the world as the sacred mountain trembled. The domain of the gods, once bound to the physical world, was no longer part of mere mortal land. It became its own realm, an existence mirroring the Underworld—a true Realm of the Gods, separate yet ever-present.
The Olympians felt it first—the surge of power, the shift in reality. Their divine home had ascended, becoming something greater. The very air within Olympus shimmered with untapped potential, a world now capable of shaping its own fate.
And yet, this was only the beginning.
Five more fragments had yet to land. Five more changes would come. And the world, once a mere magical land, would evolve beyond its creators' wildest dreams.