They say the world was born from silence—but that is a lie.
It was born screaming.
Before time had names, before gods had thrones, and before men could wield steel, there was only the War.
Not a war of nations.Not even a war of gods.But a war of wills—ancient, endless, unrecorded.
The Creator watched as chaos bloomed across galaxies. He forged twelve swords—the Dodeka Areta—each embodying a truth of existence: Justice, Darkness, Loyalty, Flame, Light, Mockery, and more. He gave them not to the mighty, but to those who suffered most.
And so began the Game.
Worlds rose and fell. Species were born only to vanish. Prithvi, once a prison of lost fragments, became a crucible—home to humanity, the only race to stand without divine aid. But they forgot. They always forget.
Now, a shadow stirs again.
An empire drunk on power.A Union built on lies.A sword that should not exist.And a boy who never asked to be chosen.
Shailya Mahoraga carries the blood of warriors and the weight of secrets too old for mortals. He is a flame flickering at the edge of a coming storm—hunted by the past, tested by the divine, and drawn toward a fate written in stars.
But he is not alone.
There are others—guardians reborn from ancient clans, cursed weapons yearning for wielders, divine beings walking in mortal skin. And somewhere, in the dying light between galaxies, the gods have begun to move.
The balance is breaking. The final Game has begun.
And when the dust settles…only one will hold the right to remake the cosmos.