The Necropolis of the Gods.
Just like the rest of the stagnant world, it stood unmoving.
Here, the old order reigned supreme. But... it was nothing more than a relic—an echo of divinity entombed in stone and silence.
And yet… relics could still bear their fangs.
The Titans were no longer overlords in this new age… they were the challengers. Challengers to the new gods rising beneath a different sky.
But the wrath of a new god was steep.
The Necropolis lay in its eternal slumber, jagged spires piercing the heavens like broken teeth, when the first tremor rolled across its surface.
A low, resonant rumble—not from beneath, but from above. Dust cascaded from blackened pillars. Ancient wards flickered uncertainly. The full moon hung radiant and immense in the night sky. Its pale glow sharpened, intensifying until shadows were carved with unnatural clarity.
The Necropolis was no longer merely illuminated—it was singled out.
