Since the dawn of creation, the Fundamental Laws emerged—and with them, the gods.
They were not eternal.Nor omniscient.Nor omnipotent.
Their existence depended on something simple… and terrifying:
human faith.
When a mortal prayed, doubted, pleaded, or believed, they generated an invisible energy:Condensed Faith—or Divine Mana.
Only the worshiped god could absorb it.That energy extended their life, fueled their power, and upheld their throne in the Celestial Realm.
A god without believers did not age.
They vanished.
Dissolved.Forgotten—even by history itself.
That is why they never descended into the mortal world.The Universal Law was absolute:
"He who descends… shall cease to be divine."
They would become mortal.Vulnerable.Killable.
To maintain their dominion, the gods created Heralds—partial avatars, oracular visions, and controlled disasters.They manipulated everything from above.
Mana was not a blessing.
It was an instrument.
The greater the danger,the greater the fear…the greater the need to pray.
Chaos was not an accident.
It was a design.Forced worship on a continental scale.
But Lusian broke that law.
He walked among mortals with fragments of divinity…without needing faith.
And to the gods, that was worse than rebellion.
It was something they had never faced.Something that should have never existed.
A threat the gods could not control.Nor understand.Nor stop.