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Amid the Flame's Indecision

ArahantFool
In modern times, Gods and humans lived side by side. A result of humanity uplifting themselves and dragging the heavens to their level. Ages ago, the world sprouted into existence. The first being, Ember is born. Beings from falling stars appear. They eventually become what is called the gods. In an altercation, the first being Ember, commits a massacre on them. Ember dies. Flames sprout from its corpse, and the first volcano erupts. It's corpse becomes a myriad of animals. From his heart, the first dragon is born. As well as the first monster, from his light. Later on, a long time ago, humanity was born from the hands of a god of cancer, whom aimed to set the world ablaze in war and bloodshed, as she attempted to slay the gods. For the first time, a human slays a god, leaving behind an unbreakable glass shard, of which wounds made from it can not be healed. Later then, as the humans had been left scattered from a conflict, a messiah came forth from the skies above, to save them from the world that aimed to erase them. The messiah leaves in a beam of light. Humans begin worshipping the deities, for better, and for worse. Many years go on, with humanity becoming the pawns of deities. This would heavily fluctuate with the passing era, and the state of the gods. A few dozen eons ago, the immortal hero Ikon fought the entirety of the world in order to shape it's existence. A display of force that tore the world apart. A thousand years after, Ikon, would succeed in defeating both the gods and humans. Bringing a thousand years of what could be considered, true peace. A thousand years after, peace is destroyed by the Heinous One. The Heinous One faces the hero Sol. Both fall in battle. In their ashes, born is a new being. Peace is regained and lost periodically for a few thousand years. The gigantes king of no man's land is born within this period. no man's land is established. More eons pass. The first sorcerer king is born. The first dragon awakens. Countless swordsmen die in an event known as the Great Steel Trial, leaving behind a graveyard of swords. The sole survivor faces the immortal hero Ikon. The result of the battle is unknown. Ikon is widely believed to have lost. The first monster is sealed under a ravine by the god of delusion, Arhat. New beings fall from the stars, called celestials. Unrelated, chaos erupts. Sometimes later, the industrial age begins for few hundred years. It is also halted for a few hundred years due to the birth of a mechanical god. The elven hero of Yggdrasil and the hero Ikon appear as everything is being layed waste to by both sides. Industrial age continues. The somewhat modern age begins. An auspicious child named Wreathed was born. Fifteen years later, the hero Ikon falls. -Authors note: The information above is heavily redacted. Anyways, here's an additional synopsis: Wreathed was named Wreathed, for he was twisted. Inhumanly beautiful and strong. He was completely and utterly sublime to an unearthly degree. He was too perfect. No thing should be so beautiful and no thing should be so terrifyingly strong. Despite such overwhelming prescence, despite how grand it all was, he was not sinister. For he was marked by justice.
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