TIME-MIGRATION: Broken gods
Born of a forbidden union, a god named Matrix found his destiny intertwined with the greatest war the realms had ever known. When the battle finally subsided, an unexpected burden fell upon him: the mantle of World King.
He ruled with grim resolve, balancing order and sacrifice, his hands forever stained with the ichor of fallen gods. But even this hard-won peace was fragile. From the depths of Oblivion, a monstrous horde, imprisoned by his father's desperate act, clawed its way free, threatening to unravel all he had built.
Against this encroaching darkness, Matrix stood defiant, but as a god without allies, his crusade seemed doomed from the start.
Or so fate decreed.
As defeat loomed, a hidden anomaly revealed itself: a tear in the fabric of time, offering a desperate escape through transmigration.
Yet such power comes with a terrible price.
How long can a god endure such trials? When will he succumb to despair, to the very darkness he seeks to vanquish? Will he shatter under the strain, becoming a harbinger of annihilation across the realms?
Or might he, against all prophecy, find a spark of hope within the abyss and rise anew?
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"Tell me what you saw," Matrix commanded, his voice edged with a desperate impatience.
The Oracle chuckled, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the earth. A tremor ran through Se'mudara, prickling the skin on her arms.
"I see dead people,"
