Harmony… Peace… Power… These three things defined the domain of the gods, the peak of strength, the highest realm of existence.
That was until the Flood came.
Strange, mindless creatures began to emerge from an abyss. Tentacles, countless and writhing, stretched endlessly from these beings, each one as strong as the divinities themselves.
They came like a relentless tide. Unstoppable. Endless.
That event was called the Flood, a world-ending catastrophe that devoured everything.
Not even the divine beings, who stood above all, worshipped and revered, were spared.
Divinities fell. Entire realms crumbled.
The God's domain, once untouchable, was torn apart.
In the clash of immortals and gods, it was the mortals who suffered the most. The pain and loss they endured went beyond words.
