As time flowed relentlessly onward, the horror of the last great war gradually faded into the annals of history, becoming memories etched into the collective consciousness of the new civilizations that emerged from the ashes of conflict.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into years, and years into decades, as the survivors of the war labored tirelessly to rebuild their shattered world.
From the ruins of the old, new civilizations arose, each one a testament to the resilience and tenacity of the human spirit. Cities sprung up from the earth, towering monuments to the ingenuity and determination of those who sought to carve out a new destiny for themselves. Yet, with progress came challenges, and the road to recovery was fraught with obstacles and setbacks.
As the centuries passed, the world witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, each one leaving its mark upon the tapestry of history.
Empires rose to power, only to crumble beneath the weight of their own hubris, while others flourished in the shadows, their secrets lost to the sands of time.
Through it all, humanity persevered, driven by an unyielding desire to forge a brighter future for themselves and their descendants.
Amidst the ebb and flow of civilization, a new dawn began to rise in the dimensional gap, a realm untouched by the passage of time.
Here, in the vast expanse of the void, the seeds of new life began to take root, nurtured by the cosmic energies left over from heart of Yggdrisill and Infinity stones.
The first being to emerge from this primordial void was a dragon, born from the very concept of Infinity itself.
It was a creature of immense power, its form twisting and shifting with the chaotic energies that surrounded it.
The people of this new world named it the Ouroboros, Infinite Dragon God, representing infinity, chaos, and nothingness.
But the dragon was not alone in this new realm of existence. From the depths of the cosmic void emerged another entity, born from the concept of dreams, representing dream and Illusion.
The people called it, the great red, The Glorious Red God of Dreams.
After the creation these two being, from the primordial chaos emerged beings of pure energy, their forms shifting and evolving with each passing moment.
The first of these divine beings was born from the essence of creation itself, a deity known as the Creator, who possessed the power to shape worlds and breathe life into existence.
Next came the Guardian, a stalwart defender tasked with safeguarding the balance of the cosmos and protecting the realms from threats both within and without.
Then there was the Oracle, a being of profound wisdom and foresight, who guided mortals on their journey through life and revealed the secrets of the universe.
Following them was the Herald, a messenger of divine will who traversed the planes of existence, delivering prophecies and declarations to all who would listen.
And finally, there emerged the Weaver, a master of fate and destiny who wove the threads of time into intricate patterns, shaping the course of history itself.
Together, these divine beings formed the different pantheon of gods worshipped by the inhabitants of the world.
Each deity played a vital role in the keeping peace and order, their actions and influence shaping the destiny of all who dwelled within their domain.
Some of this god becoming the overseer of Yggdrasill and called themselves Nordic god.
Others, seeking to carve out their own domains, created heavens of their own, ruling over them with absolute authority.
These celestial realms became sanctuaries for those who sought peace and enlightenment, places where mortals and immortals alike could find solace in the embrace of divine grace.
As the worship of these gods spread throughout the realms, their names became synonymous with power and authority, their deeds celebrated in myths and legends passed down through the ages.
Thus staring the Age of God era.
Mortals and immortals alike whispered their names in reverence, seeking their guidance and protection in times of need.
But amidst the ever-changing tapestry of existence, the memory of the war that had ravaged the world remained etched in the minds of all who had witnessed it.
The suffering and destruction wrought by the Great God, the Greed Kings, and the Ancient One served as a sobering reminder of the fragility of life and the consequences of unchecked ambition.
In honor of those who had perished and those who had survived, the people of the world came together to write a book, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the enduring power of hope.
The book, titled "Chronicles of the Fallen," began with a solemn verse, a prophecy passed down through the generations:
"Everything you see is created by him, everything you feel is his mercy, everything you heard is his voice. Everln your happiness, your sadness, your pain, your joy, your despair, your hope, your love, your hatred, your triumphs, your failures, your dreams, your nightmares—all of it, his creation, his will."
"For he is the Primordial Annihilator, the Lord of Eternal Despair. He is the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega. He is the one who shapes the destinies of worlds, the one who determines the fates of gods and mortals alike."
"Whenever the world was plagued with war and suffering, he would come forth from the shadows, a harbinger of destruction and despair, and destroy this world once again."
"For he is Ancient One, The Absolute Evil."
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