Cycle 11,241 Overall / Cycle 241 of the Third Ascension Epoch
(~56,205 human years since glyph-time began / ~1,205 years into the current era)
There was a time when gods were uncountable.
They were born from screams, storms, and lies—some lasted a day, others devoured cities. Dozens ruled the same sun. Death had seventeen faces. And no prayer was ever safe.
This was the First Ascension Epoch: a time of divine multiplicity, raw belief, and sacred chaos. Mortals lived in awe or terror, often both.
Then came the Seven.
They called themselves the Heptarchs. No one recalls their origin. Some say they were forged, while others claim they extracted themselves from the old reality like a splinter from the skin. But what they did is not debated.
They rewrote godhood.
They severed the wild pantheon in seven acts of unmaking. They declared new laws—fifteen in total. They banned unregulated worship, erased unstable gods, and constructed the Divine Hierarchy:
Dominion Tier gods who serve but never grow, Mantle Tier gods, echoes and failures, Ember Tier gods, flickering remnants meant to be forgotten.
The Seven ruled alone. They made themselves the only apex. They divided heaven like land, stamped glyphs into the flesh of every lesser god, and ensured no single prayer would ever crown a rival again.
This marked the beginning of the Second Ascension Epoch. It lasted three thousand cycles—fifteen thousand human years—an age of myth revision, ritual oversight, and worship enforced by law.
And yet… not everything was erased.
Some gods were built after the restructuring. One such was Imorah Vel, an Echoed deity assigned to reflect a forgotten origin. Her dominion is Viremir—a world of fractured memory and fire that does not burn. She has existed for over 2,000 glyph cycles (~10,000 years). She is obedient. She is unstable. She remembers things she should not.
Now, in Cycle 241 of the Third Ascension Epoch, the structure begins to fracture again.
A mortal cult has uncovered an Eighth Throne—a seat that should not exist.
Glyphs are failing. Mirrors no longer reflect cleanly.
And in Viremir, something has started to stir.
Something the Seven were supposed to have destroyed forever.