Episode 1 The Prologue of the Three War Gods.
Before time, before stars, before the first breath of mortals… there was only silence.
In that silence stood three High Beings, brothers born of war itself. Their presence shook the void, yet even their voices carried the weight of boredom. For even eternity can grow dull when nothing dares to oppose you.
The first was Kael'thar, God of War and Destruction. His eyes burned like dying suns, and his voice rolled like thunder through the endless dark. He longed for ruin, for endless battles, for the thrill of power unchained.
The second was Aelion, God of War and Creation. His form shimmered with radiant light, his tone calm yet sharp as a blade. He yearned to build, to forge, to give meaning to destruction.
The third was Morvane, God of War and Balance. His presence was shadow and flame entwined, his gaze steady and unyielding. He sought neither victory nor loss, only the eternal weight of equilibrium.
They stood together in the void.
Kael'thar's voice broke the silence first. "How many eons has it been, brothers? We stand as gods in a void where nothing dares challenge us. My blade thirsts, yet the silence offers no war."
Aelion turned, his radiance flickering gently. "You would burn endlessly if you could. But war without purpose is hollow, Kael'thar. Creation must follow destruction… else even victory is meaningless."
Morvane gave a low chuckle, his tone dark and steady. "And if creation always follows destruction, we return here… to nothing. We are eternal, yet eternity itself has grown stale."
"Then let us shatter it!" Kael'thar roared. "Let us carve meaning into the void."
"No," Aelion replied, his light intensifying. "Not a weapon. A foundation. A seed that grows, changes, dies… and lives again."
Morvane's eyes glinted with shadow. "A cycle. Creation, Destruction, Balance. A reflection of us. But what vessel can bear the sum of our essence?"
For the first time in eternity, the three pressed their hands together.
Kael'thar poured in his destructive fire.
Aelion wove his creative light.
Morvane bound them with balance eternal.
From their union was born a tome of infinite pages. Its cover shimmered between flame, light, and shadow. Pages turned themselves, writing new universes into being. Stars ignited. Worlds formed. Life began to stir.
The gods beheld it and named it: The Book of Creation.
"At last…" Kael'thar murmured, a grin tugging his lips. "Something worth fighting for."
"Not fighting, brother," Aelion corrected softly. "Living. This book will weave countless realms, countless lives."
Morvane's tone was iron. "And we shall not rule them forever. We will pass the burden to another — a King, and beneath him Elders, and beneath them, Gods. Let them quarrel, rise, and fall. Our essence will flow through their struggles."
Kael'thar's brow furrowed. "And us? What of we three?"
Aelion's answer was calm, but resolute. "We step into the cycle ourselves. Reincarnation. To walk among creation, not above it."
Morvane's voice was final. "Yes. Let us scatter our flames into the river of time. And when we return… perhaps war will no longer bore us."
The three gods laughed, their voices colliding like storms. That sound split the void, echoing across the newborn stars.
They left the Book to write its own laws. From its pages rose the Elder King, who forged the order of the multiverse. Beneath him came six Elder Gods, and beneath them, the rulers of many universes.
And yet… even as the laws took root, the Book whispered of a forbidden truth: a Thirteenth Universe, unclaimed and untamed. A wound in creation itself. A place with no God, no guardian… only silence.
And into that silence, the cycle of fate would one day return.