The skies had never been silent. Once, they rang with the voices of gods.

High above the floating realms, where stars burned brighter and the air crackled with divine energy, the gods watched over creation. They sculpted mountains, carved rivers through the clouds, and breathed life into the drifting lands of Ardhana. For centuries, they ruled with power unimaginable—until they turned that power against each other.

It began as a whisper, a betrayal. One god, jealous and vengeful, shattered the balance. The heavens split open, and the skies trembled. The gods waged war, their weapons tearing through reality, their fury breaking the realms apart. The earth crumbled into fragments, rising into the skies to float forever in a fractured sea of clouds.

In the end, the gods were gone. Dead, banished, or perhaps sleeping. None could say. What remained were the Godshards—pieces of divine power scattered across the shattered world. Artifacts of creation. Tools of destruction.

For generations, kingdoms fought over the shards, trying to claim the power of the gods. Wars burned through the skies. Empires fell. Peace became nothing more than a fleeting dream.

But the shards waited.

And now, deep beneath the roots of a forgotten village, one Godshard stirs. Its time has come again.

And the world will tremble once more.