Veil of Ascension: Eternal Legacy of the Immortal Nexus

Before time. Before creation. Before even the concept of existence-there was only Dei Atol'Zorath.

The Supreme Creator. The nameless force above all. The mere thought of whom shaped the infinite cosmos. His will was absolute, his vision beyond comprehension. None could speak his name unless permitted, and none could perceive his true form.

With but a thought, reality was born.

Yet, the first act of creation was not the formation of worlds, nor the birth of mortals. It was division-the separation of Order and Chaos, the two forces upon which all things would be built.

From Order, radiance emerged. And in that radiance, a being took form-Ashborn, the God of Creation, Law, and Divine Light. He was power and wisdom made manifest, the celestial force that shaped the foundation of the multiverse. Where he walked, existence stabilized.

But where there is light, there must also be shadow.

From Chaos, the abyss stirred. And from that abyss, a reflection was born-Nyxorn, the God of Destruction, Rebellion, and Endless Night. He was entropy incarnate, the whisper of corruption, the hunger of the void.

The twins, birthed from the same divine will, were never meant to be enemies. Together, they wove existence into being, their forces intertwined in perfect harmony. The first stars ignited. The first realms took shape. The first concepts of life and death were formed.

But such balance could not last.

For Order seeks to build. Chaos seeks to destroy.

The War of Twin Gods

The first war in history did not begin with betrayal. It began with a question.

"Why must we serve balance?" Nyxorn asked. "Why must we be bound by the Creator's will?"

Ashborn, unshaken, replied, "Because it is the way of things."

But Nyxorn was not satisfied. Why should a god be a servant? Why should even the Supreme Creator dictate his fate? If he could break free from the chains of order, he could reshape existence into something greater-something boundless.

Thus began the first and greatest war.

It was not fought in mere battlefields. It raged across the fabric of reality itself. Stars collapsed, realms shattered, and time twisted as Light and Darkness clashed.

The multiverse trembled. The war could have ended all things.

But Ashborn was victorious.

With divine will, he cast down his twin, sealing Nyxorn within the Infernal Abyss, a prison beyond time itself. There, the Demon Realm was born-a world of madness and suffering where Nyxorn's shattered essence twisted into horrors beyond imagination.

Yet though his body was imprisoned, his will remained.

And so, the Age of Gods began.

The Divine Council and the Shadows of Chaos

With Chaos restrained, Ashborn turned his gaze to creation. He shaped the heavens, the mortal realms, the laws of existence. He breathed life into the cosmos, sculpting mortals, creatures, and wonders beyond measure.

But he did not rule alone.

At the heart of divine authority sat the **Twelve Lords of the Divine Council**-the strongest gods, chosen to oversee the balance of existence.

- From Olympus: Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, and Athena.

- From Asgard: Odin, Thor, Loki, and Freya.

- From Kemet and the Orishas: Ra, Anubis, Orunmila, and Oya.

Together, they governed the realms, the seas, the underworld, and the fate of mortals.

For an age, there was peace.

But peace is fleeting.

Deep within the Infernal Abyss, Nyxorn's whispers reached the hearts of the wicked. From those whispers, the Abyssal Council was born-twelve Demon Lords, the strongest of their kind, sworn to his will.

At their head sat Lucifer, the Fallen Celestial-once the highest servant of Ashborn, now his greatest betrayer. Corrupted by Nyxorn's promises, he led the forces of darkness in a war that would shake all of creation.

Thus began the eternal struggle between Order and Chaos. A war that would shape the fate of gods, demons, and mortals alike.

Yet, this is not their story.

Not yet.

A Mortal's Journey Begins

Far below the heavens, across the vast expanse of the mortal world, where the struggles of gods were little more than myths, a legend was about to be born.

A group of adventurers, bound by fate, would set forth on a journey that would change the course of history.

A party of six-

- A noble warrior wielding a blade of celestial fire.

- An elf princess with secrets locked in ancient blood.

- A battle-hardened dwarf, driven by vengeance.

- A silent golem, bound by lost memories.

- A half-dragon, yearning for transformation.

- And a cunning rogue, who knew more than he should.

Among them, one would rise as a hero. A chosen one. A savior.

Or so the world would believe.

For true power does not reveal itself in the light.

It lurks in the shadows, unseen, unknown-guiding fate with an invisible hand.

And so, the greatest deception in history would begin.

A story of gods and mortals.

Of fate and free will.

Of manipulation and truth.

And of a man who would change everything.

Even if no one ever knew his name.