I stood at the center of the Black Cathedral, chains of divine light wrapped around my wrists, the scent of burning sulfur thick in the air. They said I was chosen to inherit Hell’s crown—to rule as the new Prince of Sin. But when the infernal pact slithered into my hands, I crushed it. The devil doesn’t want a throne. He wants freedom. And now, both Heaven and Hell are hunting me for defiance.

Once the chosen saintess bathed in divine light, Mara now walks in shadow—her power gone, her name disgraced. Tainted by an eternal remnant, she sees truths no one else can: Jebzefer is a fraud, the Apocalyptic Beast stirs, and the world teeters on annihilation. Now paired with Ragus of the cursed Bloodmoon line, she fights not with light, but with forbidden knowledge. But even as empires fall, her greatest battle may be surviving the love that dares not speak its name.

Your decisions shape the fate of gods and mortals alike in this shattered age where Olympus crumbles and the Titans rise. The blood of Zeus flows through your veins, but even divine power may not be enough to stop the coming storm.

Your decisions shape the rebirth of Achája, a world fractured by celestial betrayal and bound in eternal twilight. Once a realm of divine harmony, it now trembles under the weight of forgotten gods and rising shadows. You are the last Echo-Bearer—the only one who remembers what was erased.

Your decisions shape the final moments of a god-king’s reign. Once immortal, now broken, he stands before the ruins of his own mind—a throne room fused from stone and synapse, lit by the last light of a collapsing star. His crown lies in pieces. Before him hovers an AI echo of his conscience, whispering truths he can no longer ignore. This is not just a fall from power. It is the death of divinity itself.