The world was silent — too silent. The air trembled, thick with an energy unseen for eons. The stars above flickered restlessly, as if afraid of what was about to return. Deep beneath the crust of the forgotten realm, a faint pulse echoed — one… two… three… then silence again.
And then, it began.
A rumble shook the ground. The ancient seals that bound the celestial prison began to crack, releasing whispers of power long erased from mortal memory. Light pierced through the darkness, twisting and burning, reshaping the void around it.
Old Age opened his eyes.
The power he once wielded — enough to shatter worlds and rebuild them in a breath — had lain dormant for centuries. But now, it stirred again, fierce and uncontrollable. He rose slowly, the weight of time itself bending to his presence. The world had forgotten him. But he had not forgotten the world.
Above him, storms gathered, howling his name.
The old gods trembled.
The balance had shifted.
The Age of Mortals was over.
The Age of the Titans had returned.