After the Chaotic Era ended, the God of Soil and Solidity founded a nation and named it the Land of Solidity,Lithara.
Lithara is also known as the Land of Wealth.
It lies directly south of the Sea of Unity, a land where prosperity flows as naturally as rivers. Gold is common, hunger is rare, and stability itself seems woven into the stones beneath one's feet.
The first God of Solidity was known as Tellurion,
the Father of Soil and Land.
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The Weight That Chose to Carry
Before there was land,
there was only depth.
Before there was depth,
there was only pressure.
From that pressure, Tellurion emerged.
He was not born of light,
nor summoned by prayer.
He condensed from a single necessity
the need for existence to rest upon something.
When chaos trembled and the newborn sky cracked,
Tellurion stepped beneath creation
and bent his back.
Where his feet pressed, the First Stone formed.
Where his shoulders lifted, the sky learned height.
Where his breath slowed, the world ceased drifting.
The seas wished to drown the stars.
The winds wished to scatter all things.
Tellurion did not strike them.
He held.
Mountains rose along his spine.
Continents settled into his palms.
Faults and valleys became the scars of endurance.
When the lesser gods asked why he bore the world,
Tellurion answered only once:
"Because someone must."
From that answer, gravity was born.
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Tellurion's death was not sudden.
It was foretold recorded within Akasha's Records, where all destinies are engraved.
He was the last god to perish, long after the six main gods who created this realm had already fallen.
For when the time comes,
the old must die to fertilize the soil,
so that new grass may grow.
The records state that Tellurion died smiling looking upon his children,
his people,
and himself.
Still even now people pray for him.
O Tellurion Worldstone,
Ground beneath all paths,
Let my steps be firm where the world is weak.
Let my hands hold what must not fall.
As you bear the weight of all things,
Teach me to bear my own.
I do not ask for ease
Only for strength enough to endure.
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The current generation's rulers are Lady Senna and Sol born with one body and two souls.
At the age of twenty-five, she no, they are already capable sovereigns, ruling Lithara with balance and restraint.
Because Lithara surpasses all other lands in prosperity,
its royal court is known as the Court of Wealth.
This land is also uniquely favored by the God of Death.
The essence of Supreme Gods is rare beyond measure,
yet some Supreme Gods have never died since the Old Era.
Among them, the bloodline of Worldstone bears a curse:
The Curse of Burden
An overwhelming sense of responsibility
Inability to ignore suffering nearby
Crushing guilt for things not caused by them
A belief that every failure is their own fault .
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Place: Small Stone Village
Time: 12:00 PM
(Only the Land of Moon measures time by celestial cycles, honoring their First Goddess as a mother. All other lands use AM and PM.)
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The village was cheerful.
Children ran through stone-paved streets, laughing as parents watched from doorways. The scent of bread and alcohol drifted through the air.
Inside the tavern, voices overlapped in warm chaos.
Behind the counter stood a bartender with graying hair and tired eyes.
At one of the tables sat a youth with pale beauty the kind that made even men look twice and then look away, embarrassed.
"Hey, Dorn," the youth said lazily.
"Give me my favorite drink. And make it strong."
"As you order, Lord Kairon," Dorn replied, bowing deeply.
"Don't bow," Kairon snapped. "If people find out I'm living here, they'll build a shrine. I hate shrines."
Despite the sharp words, his inner emotions remained calm eerily so.
Within ten seconds, the drink was ready.
"Uncle Dorn! Food for table three!" a waitress shouted.
Dorn raised two fingers in acknowledgment and turned back.
As he placed the glass on Kairon's table two glasses floated in the air.
One settled into Kairon's hand.
The other hovered, received by no one visible.
"Long time no see," Kairon said quietly, not turning around.
"Why did you contact me here… Time?"
A barrier of crimson threads silently unfolded, invisible to mortal eyes.
"Death," a voice replied lazily,
"do I really need a reason to visit a friend?"
Cracks formed in the air itself, and a man stepped through as though infinity had been torn open.
No one noticed.
No one reacted.
"If anyone else said that, I'd deny it," Kairon muttered.
"But from you? That's different."
Time smiled.
"Well, someone is dying. Her death will have significant impact on this timeline."
Kairon frowned slightly.
"So I thought I'd ask you can you slow it down?"
Time took a sip from his glass.
"Someone else is granting wishes," he continued cheerfully,
"trying to merge with the Divinity of Wish."
"I get a favor.
You get a favor."
He leaned closer.
"Sounds fair, right?"
Kairon stared at him for a long moment.
"Help me with something first," Death said.
"There are too many abnormalities lately."
He sighed.
"I'm tired.
And I hate those damn demons."
"If you help me deal with them," he added, taking a sip,
"I'll help you."
Time chuckled.
"Very well. Next week, then."
He tasted the drink again and grimaced.
"Your taste hasn't changed, Death. Still boring."
He set the glass down untouched.
"Goodbye. See you next week, dear Death."
"HAHAHAHA—"
He vanished.
Kairon remained seated, drinking quietly.
"A new Chaotic Era is about to begin," he murmured.
"Many will die."
A pause.
"…Including me."
" Well whatever.."
He stood, paid the bill, and left the tavern.
The village remained cheerful.
Unaware.