In this world, magic was rare, and none were born with it. Some hunted magical beasts, whose meat could grant the power to wield magic. Others searched for rare fruits—glowing with divine energy—that could transform a person’s fate. Some even tried to use holy water on crops to grow magic plants, But such things were scarce, and the land was unforgiving.

  The storm was coming.

  A minotaur and god of Destruction, stood high above the world, his eyes dark with ancient fury. Tired of the endless cycle of strife and stagnation below, he had made his decision—it was time to end it all.

  With a single motion, he cast a spell so powerful that even a god could not complete it in an instant. Anchored at the gate of heaven, the spell was set to destroy the world in four months. Four months of waiting. Four months of storms that would split the earth and scorch the sky. The land trembled beneath the weight of his intent, and the air grew thick with the promise of ruin.

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  Not all gods agreed with this fate.

  The god of Preservation stood in defiance, watching the world from afar. "We cannot let this happen," he said. Others joined him, gods of different races who had seen the world’s potential.

  As gods they were not supposed to act directly in mortal life and so it was decided, they would choose champions, mortals to carry their blessings and stop the spell of destruction before it could activate.

  As the god of destruction’s spell Anchored, the world shook, and storms began to rage.

  The god of destruction and others that supported him would then also chose champions of the mortals to help protect the spell.

  Heroes would rise—some chosen to stop the end, others to let it unfold. The fate of the world now rested in their hands.

  "Choose wisely," the god of Destruction muttered, his voice like thunder. "For no one is safe. Not even you."

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