Prologue
In the forge of life that as the divinity manifested yet another universe amongst the many the road of consciousness stirred within the mind of the God of Creation. His decree echoed across the void: “This realm shall prosper, as life returns with the rise and fall of the tides.”
For millions of years, nothing but silence reigned. Then, at last, carbon-based life emerged. Fragile, delicate, and easily broken, it seemed unable to withstand the endless decay of Entropy, which gnawed at every star and atom. Life appeared doomed before it could begin, for the universe was unstable due to the mass impact of entropy. And with divinity turning a blind eye life seemed impossible.
At that moment, a miracle occurred. From the heart of the universe, a forge erupted, and a spiral of molten gold spread outward. This was the Divine Tide—the God of Joy’s gift, a stream of radiant energy to nurture fragile life. It sparked evolution, pushed species beyond their limits, and even gave birth to entirely new forms of existence.
But the gift was flawed. From its depths rose a shadow. The golden liquid gave shape to a being of ambition and hunger: Obsolan. A child of entropy itself and a being ignited with the sin of greed, he coveted the Tide. With unending greed, he drained it into himself, stunting the growth of life. Yet even that was not enough. From the remnants, he forged a race of shining demigods: the Starkinders.
They were not slaves, but inheritors. In their veins flowed half the golden Tide, crystallized into a divine force they named Azhura, a product of their creation by monopolizing the golden fluids properties and adjusting it into a tool, truly a mighty feat even Obsolan wasn’t wary of such yet the starkinders with their brilliance invented such power. This power manifested the will of the soul into reality itself, the will may manifest into whatever there soul waves towards the tide be it any shape and form of time, speed, elementals, or strength whatever the will deems such power worthy of the souls users would gain such power.
In time, the Starkinders surpassed even Obsolan’s design. And so, envy consumed him. To reclaim what he had lost, he created six immortal generals, bound by cursed seals. Together with their master, they unleashed destruction upon the Starkinders. Entire constellations burned. The race of stars fell, and Obsolan seized Azhura as his own.
Yet before the last of them perished, the Starkinders scattered fragments of Azhura across the cosmos. The divine spark hid within carbon bloodlines, sleeping, waiting. Obsolan rewrote the story, claiming himself as Azhura’s sole creator. But the truth lingered in whispers, carried by survivors.
Event Zero: The Burst (500 Years Ago before Arthurs birth)
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Billions of years passed. The age of mortals arrived. On Earth, Azhura had grown faint, passed down through only a handful of bloodlines.
Callagan, a conqueror of worlds, saw this weakness. Seeking to restore Azhura’s prime, he turned to the only mind greater than his might: Paradox, the undying genius. Paradox forged an orb—an engine that contained all Azhura’s dormant essence. Once released, it would awaken in every living being. But the process would be irreversible.
Callagan, intoxicated by tradition and conquest, ordered its activation. The pulse spread across the stars. Trillions awoke to newfound gifts. On Earth, ordinary humans rose from their beds transformed. They called it Divine Power, ignorant of its true origin.
Era I (500–400 AB): The Shatter-Born
"From broken divinity, madness was born."
Azhura reshaped humanity. Cities rose around springs of golden light. Families cultivated elemental gifts: flame, water, storms, strength, telekinesis. Each power reflected the soul’s deepest will. Academies flourished, and science fused with magic.
But prosperity bred greed. Clans formed to control the springs. Weapons were forged from the Tide. The first sparks of conflict lit the horizon.
Era II (400–280 AB): The Age of Warlords
"When men confused power with destiny."
Warlords rose, ruling through their unique Azhura. Battles erupted for control of sacred ruins. Lightning storms burned continents. Populations vanished. Earth trembled on the edge of extinction.
Era III (280–180 AB): The Genetic Purge
"Bloodlines rose, bloodlines perished."
From the ashes, the Warlords sought purity. Families were slaughtered to breed the perfect vessels. Lineages with weak Azhura were culled. States who resisted were erased. Humanity carried the stain of genocide, traded for strength.
Era IV (180–100 AB): The Seals’ Epoch
"Since power cannot be destroyed, it must be bound."
The world recoiled. Six nations and one purist clan forged the Seal of Epoch. Great prisons of Azhura were raised, towers of living metal to contain the uncontrollable. For the first time in decades, fragile peace returned.
Era V (100–20 AB): The Treaty of Tranquility
"When unity and divinity entwined, peace is born."
Nations formed the International Divine Treaty Coalition. Azhura was turned to healing infinite energy, self-mending cities, medicine beyond imagination. For once, war was forbidden. Humanity swelled to twelve billion.
Yet the Oracle’s words remained: “The Tide that saves can also drown.”
Era VI (20–0 AB): The Catalyst Age
"One child, one spark, one destiny."
In the city of Edinberg—a boy named Arthur Quarry was born. Unlike the warlords or purist clans before him, he had no extraordinary gift. He was an ordinary mortal in an extraordinary age.
But the Oracle’s voice lingered in hushed temples:“He will bear the final flame.”
And far away, in the darkness between galaxies, Obsolan’s chains stirred.
