Before the first flame flickered.
Before the first breath was taken.
Before even the stars knew they existed—there was Time.
And Time belonged to the Gods.
The Twelve—immortal, all-knowing, eternal—ruled from the divine city of Chronaelis, suspended at the center of all realities. They crafted time, shaped fate, and bound every realm to the cosmic thread of order. Each god bore a domain: Life, Death, War, Knowledge, Dreams… and above all, Future.
But it was the God of Future—Zephyron—who doomed them all.
He looked too far. Beyond the tenth veil of reality. Past the horizon of possibility. And what he saw drove him mad.
He saw the fall of the gods. He saw the thrones of Chronaelis shattered. He saw the timeline unravel and burn…
And at the center of it all, he saw a mortal—faceless, nameless—wielding the power of gods and deciding the fate of everything.
Consumed by fear, Zephyron broke the sacred law: he tried to rewrite the future.
But Time is not a thread to be cut and knotted. It is a river—constant, dangerous, divine.
And when Zephyron tried to bend it, Time snapped.
Thus began the Chronowar—a cataclysmic battle across eras, dimensions, and realities.
Brothers betrayed sisters. Empires were erased from history. Stars collapsed into themselves. The sky turned to glass.
And the gods?
They fell.
One by one, they were betrayed, broken, or erased—until only a few remained.
In their last act of desperation, the surviving gods tore their essence into twelve shards, each a fragment of their power and memory. These Chronoshards were scattered across the mortal world—Earth—in hopes that someday, someone worthy might restore what was lost… or choose a different path.
But Earth changed.
The shards brought miracles… and monsters.
Kingdoms rose, powered by stolen divinity. Wars erupted. Humanity evolved—and forgot. The truth of the gods became myth. The ruins of Chronaelis became ancient ruins buried beneath ash and time. And the shards? They were lost, hidden, or taken by those unworthy.
Now, a thousand years later, the timeline shivers once more.
Portals appear across the world.
Memories collapse and rearrange.
People wake up with scars they never earned.
The stars speak again—but only to the mad.
And in the chaos of a fractured city, beneath a sky that bleeds crimson at dawn, a boy awakens with a burning mark on his wrist and a whisper in his mind:
> "The gods are returning. And you… you are the key."