Thousands of years ago.
The sky was murky, as if the whole world were burning under it.
The sun was absent, as if it never existed in this star system, but still there was an overwhelming radiance that pressed down on the world like a crushing weight; it was foreign and unwelcoming.
Suddenly,
The thick blanket of clouds was torn apart by waves of divine power, while arcs of lightning made entirely of holy energy ripped through the heavens and scorched the land below.
Mountains cracked under the pressure, forests were flattened, and the air itself trembled as if reality were struggling to remain intact.
At the center of the destruction stood a young woman with sharp features and pale skin; her hair was dark violet, and her figure was that of an enchantress.
Tamasya's body was covered in blood; her breathing was uneven and strained after countless hours of battle.
