Celestial Callers

In a world divided by four ancient species—Humans, Demi-Humans, Gods, and Demi-Gods—each ruled by a chosen monarch born with a sacred gem, an earth-shattering discovery upends the balance of power. For centuries, the myth of Xyu’Thinth, the Eight-Tailed Dragon, was dismissed as legend—until a hidden scroll reveals its existence, along with the terrifying truth: the beast was not merely a creature, but the primordial Creator itself, sealed away in infancy. Worse still, it bore a prismatic gem, a mark of power beyond any known lineage. When the rulers of the four realms gather to decipher the warning, they realize too late that the dragon has already awakened, and its wrath is descending upon their world.

Celestial Callers

In a world divided by four ancient species—Humans, Demi-Humans, Gods, and Demi-Gods—each ruled by a chosen monarch born with a sacred gem, an earth-shattering discovery upends the balance of power. For centuries, the myth of Xyu’Thinth, the Eight-Tailed Dragon, was dismissed as legend—until a hidden scroll reveals its existence, along with the terrifying truth: the beast was not merely a creature, but the primordial Creator itself, sealed away in infancy. Worse still, it bore a prismatic gem, a mark of power beyond any known lineage. When the rulers of the four realms gather to decipher the warning, they realize too late that the dragon has already awakened, and its wrath is descending upon their world.

The four rulers stood in the grand hall of the Celestial Spire, their gems gleaming under the fractured light of the stained-glass dome. King Aldric of the Humans clutched the crimson jewel embedded in his chest, his brow furrowed as he read the scroll delivered by a trembling messenger. The parchment bore the seal of the Obsidian Order—a group sworn to unearth forgotten truths. "It speaks of Xyu’Thinth," he murmured, his voice tight. "The myth is real. And it has awakened."

Beside him, Queen Sylva of the Demi-Humans tightened her grip on her emerald-hilted dagger, her green gem pulsing with unease. The scent of sandalwood from her robes mixed with the metallic tang of Aldric's armor in the tense air. "If the legends are true, the dragon was not just a beast—it was the first being, the Creator in flesh." High above them, the God-King Veylos, his sapphire eyes cold as mountain ice, turned to the golden-adorned Demi-God ruler, Dain the Stormborn. The faint crackle of static electricity surrounded Dain like an aura.

"Your people have records older than time," Veylos said, his voice resonating with divine authority. "Did they speak of this?"

Dain’s golden gem flared as he exhaled, the sound like wind rushing through ancient ruins. "Only in whispers. The Eight-Tailed Dragon was sealed away for a reason. Its power is not like ours—it is chaos given form." The messenger, still kneeling, dared to lift his head, his hands shaking so violently the scroll nearly slipped from his grasp. "My lords... the scroll says more. The dragon’s gem is prismatic. It does not belong to any of the four species. It is... something else." A heavy silence fell as the implications settled over them. If Xyu’Thinth was not bound by their laws, then no realm was safe from its wrath.