The world burned in holy light the day the gods killed their greatest servant.
They called him Maelin the Heretic.The man who dared to steal divinity, who rallied men to defy Heaven itself.
As he knelt before the execution pyre, Maelin felt no fear — only exhaustion. The war was lost, the rebellion buried, and humanity's chains reforged in gold.
"You can kill me," he whispered, his voice breaking through the storm, "but you cannot silence the will to rise."
The flames answered his words.
Centuries later, a boy opened his eyes beneath a cracked temple ceiling, and the same whisper echoed in his mind:Rise again.
After 300 years, he rose again. Forgotten. Alone. He was in a small temple, one the size of 3 churches. The walls were covered in blood, drenched in red acid.
And in the centre of the madness, was a boy, named Maelis. 5'8", and a legend of the past, many stories covered his tales of mischief and greed.
But that wasn't why he was here. He was here, because he refused death. Mere moments before his death, a message popped up in front of him, and THEY said...
"Would you like to be given a second chance?
Yes No
*Note: You will die in 0.2 seconds if you say no."
And so the obvious answer is yes.
Who wouldn't want another chance?
But this… this was different.
The body he now inhabited was not his own—it was a vessel, sculpted for the return of a soul that refused to die.
This was rebirth.The reawakening of the man whose name once shook the heavens, whose defiance scarred the stars themselves.
Maelis the Heretic was no more.
In his place, beneath the cracked temple ceiling and the stench of blood, a new name was born—Mydelis.
And with him, the first spark of the uprising.