The multiverse had never been a place of mercy. It was an infinite expanse where creation and destruction happened not in eras or ages, but in fragments of time so small that even gods would call them instants. Worlds were born, matured, decayed, and vanished every millisecond, most without ever being noticed by anything beyond themselves. Some died quietly, collapsing inward when their laws failed. Others perished violently—devoured by stronger realities, erased by paradox, or torn apart by wars that reached the level of existence itself. It was within this indifferent infinity that three worlds, each powerful enough to dominate lesser realities, made the mistake of colliding.
The first was a world governed by myth, belief, and divinity. It was world called the Greek mythological world where gods ruled concepts and reality bent beneath divine authority.
The second was a sword-and-magic world called Arcadia. A world filled with overflowing life force, where dragons ruled the skies, knights carved legends with steel, and monsters evolved endlessly through conflict.
The third was not a world in the conventional sense, but an abyssal realm—an endless demon world formed entirely of negativity, corruption, and desire, where demons were not born but condensed from hatred itself.
This collision was first cause by the attempt of the Abyss to invade Arcadia. The invasion was fierce and in no time, Arcadia was about to be devoured by the Abyss. The wizards of Arcadia seeing this unfortunate tragedy decided to do something drastic. They using some sort of magic called upon the Greek World, hoping to make the Greek World fight the abyss for them.
And just like how they planned. It worked, the gods of that world led by the God King of that world named Zeus got greedy. They wanted to devour birth Arcadia and the Abyss to fuel the evolution of their world.
This cause a battle between the abyss and the greek gods which gave time for the Arcadians to recover and this time, the Arcadians manage to improve their magic to the point of countering rivaling the gods and the abyss demons.
When these three worlds started fighting, harmony was no longer possible. Divine authority attempted to overwrite magic. Magic resisted with boundless adaptability. The Abyss devoured both without discrimination. Their collision escalated into a war that transcended space, time, and causality, and when it ended, none of the three worlds remained intact.
Yet destruction, when layered with sufficient complexity, can become creation.
From the intertwined corpses of those three worlds, a new reality emerged—one stitched together from incompatible laws, stabilized by necessity rather than design.
This world did not begin with gods or civilizations. It began with structure, and structure gave rise to four primordial existences that embodied the world's most fundamental aspects.
Erebus manifested as space itself—not merely the void between stars, but the protective layer that enclosed the world and shielded it from the corrosive pressure of the multiverse. His power was mostly born from the space battlefield born between the three worlds while they were at war.
Nyx emerged as mystery, uncertainty, and magic—the source of all arcane phenomena, the reason spells could exist without collapsing reality. She inherited most of the power from the magical world called Arcadia.
Tartarus formed as a sink for everything unwanted by the world: negativity, corruption, demonic essence, waste, and pollution, a bottomless abyss that prevented these forces from poisoning existence entirely. His power was mostly born from the abyss world.
And finally, Gaia awakened as life—the central axis of the world, from which growth, reproduction, evolution, and mortality would flow. She inherited her power mostly from the greek world.
Of these four, only Gaia possessed consciousness. Perhaps due to her accidentally devouring the fused remnant soul of the female gods from the dead greek world. Luckily or unfortunately, she didn't inherit any of their knowledge and memories.
Unlike Gaia, Erebus and Nyx and also Tartarus were not gods in the thinking sense. They had no desires, no ambitions, no sense of self. They functioned as natural laws given form, moving only when compelled by necessity.
That necessity came in the form of something far older and far colder than any god—the Heavenly Dao. Implanted into the world at the moment of its birth, the Heavenly Dao was not divine, nor was it alive. It was an autonomous administrative intelligence whose sole purpose was to ensure that the world continued to exist. When imbalance arose, it corrected it. When stagnation threatened evolution, it intervened. And when the world required new forces to stabilize itself, the Dao did not negotiate—it executed.
Thus, when death, sleep, fate, and transition became unavoidable concepts, the Heavenly Dao forcibly orchestrated interactions between Erebus and Nyx. Space and mystery were simply aligned, compelled to overlap until children were produced. From this cold convergence came Hypnos, embodiment of sleep; Thanatos, embodiment of death; and the three Moirai, who governed fate itself. They were generated by the Heavenly dao using Nyx and Erebud because the world needed them to function without tearing itself apart.
As Gaia explored her existence, the world began to take shape. Where her influence brushed against Tartarus, death gained structure, and the Underworld was born—a realm where souls could go without lingering among the living.
Where Gaia's life force interacted with Erebus, the Sky emerged, and above it, a higher layer formed that would later become Heaven.
Space became layered rather than absolute. The stars settled into Erebus. The sky became a boundary. Heaven remained empty—for now.
The world stabilized into five grand regions: Erebus above all, Gaia as the central world of life, the Underworld beneath it, Tartarus as the abyssal foundation, and Heaven waiting for rulers yet unborn.
From Gaia came life in abundance. Not only gods and Titans, but also creatures shaped by the residual laws of the sword-and-magic world. Dragons, cyclopes, giants, goblins, ogres, harpies—countless monsters that possessed no divinity yet wielded terrifying strength. Some could contend with gods through sheer power alone. These beings were not mistakes; they were expressions of a world that valued survival and evolution. But Uranus, god of the sky and Gaia's consort, disliled them.
He imprisoned these monster children deep beneath the earth, sealing them away in Tartatus. Only his Titan children were free.
When the Heavenly Dao calculated that Uranus's continued rule endangered the world's long-term stability, it compeled Gaia to act.
She descended into Tartarus and conceived a being meant to embody absolute extinction—a god whose existence would end cycles, not continue them. But Gaia did not allow that god to be born. Instead, she shaped the unborn essence into a weapon: the Scythe of Extinction, a blade capable of severing not flesh, but consciousness and authority. With it, Kronos and his siblings rose in rebellion.
Uranus was defeated, his awareness erased. He did not die. He became a hollow law, no different from Erebus or Nyx—existing, but no longer ruling.
Thus began the Age of Titans, ruled by Kronos the Titan of Tine. Yet fear defined his reign. He imprisoned monsters and siblings alike, suppressing domains that threatened his authority. For in this world, domains were everything. Every god embodied a domain—time, sky, death, magic, craft, war—and the strength of that domain determined the god's power.
Strong domains accelerated the world's evolution. Weak or suppressed domains caused stagnation.
Kronos, in his paranoia, weakened the world itself by hoarding power by trying to make Time supreme.
This was why the Heavenly Dao allowed rebellion to brew. This was why, the heavenly dao cause three powerfull gods who were suppose to appear by themself to become Kronos's son. The heavenly dao made the future God of Heaven which is the place bordering Erebus and Gaia, The future god of the underworld which is the place of the dead, and the dead god of the sea known as Pontus who was killed by Uranus to be reborn as Kronos's children. So that they can rightfully take the throne if the King of Gods.
Unfortunatelly for Pontus or maybe he should be called Posieden. And also Hades. Kronos finds out about his future defeat by his sons using his time domain and devoured them.
Zeus was also suppose to be devoured if not for Rhea, Kronos's wife, and Gaia. Thus Zeus, aided by Metis, Prometheus, Oceanus in secret, and Gaia herself, began to rise.
And during this fragile moment—between Titan rule and Olympian ascension—something slipped into the world unnoticed.
A soul from beyond the multiverse.
It had forgotten its name, its past, its origin. Yet it retained one terrifying trait, a trait born from it's time in the multiverse. An intelligence so adaptive it could comprehend, learn, and master anything given sufficient exposure. Craftsmanship, architecture, cooking, metallurgy, animal breeding—knowledge unfolded naturally.
The soul fell upon.