Crescentia, Somewhere within The World’s Edge
The World’s Edge. A metaphorical ‘end of times’ landscape that covered near half the world. In the same space naught but 2000 years ago, the Tyrannical Giants ruled over mankind with an iron fist. Their ruthless subjugation eventually led to their downfall, for when mankind rose up against them under the banner of Five Legendary Heroes, They were sealed away indefinitely. Though what was the origin of these Giants? Where did they come from? Why did they suddenly desire to rule the world? Naught but few know of the true reasoning behind their existence, their motives.
Aberon.
The nigh-omnipotent being whom created the world and all things within it. The Giants were of no exception, being of his spawn as well. Over time, the Giants grew to become jealous of mankind, coveting the freedoms they possessed, and sought to turn against their creator. Or as legends tell. They shattered Aberon into several pieces, and many considered him all but wiped from existence. Some theorized otherwise though, thinking that there may be some of him that “remains” perhaps floating in the sea of aether.
Many would kill to possess omnipotence, the knowledge of all and everything. A Supreme being to rule over the rest. Such temptation is what led the Giants down their path, proving that even higher beings aren’t immune to such desires.
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“We’re almost there…” A man cloaked in black garb rode atop a silver mech, cruising through the Null-Zone of The World’s Edge. following him were three similar mech, all in a V-formation. “Once we reach the point, we’ll begin the ritual.”
A robotic-sounding voice replied in kind, originating from the lead mech.
“Let’s just hope the Guardians don’t catch on to what we’re doing…” the man gave a sheepish grin.
They eventually arrived at a mountainous rock formation, which seemed out of place in the ruined wasteland that surrounded it. None-the-less, this was one of the most important spots in Crescentia. While normally under the watchful eye of the Guardians of Eden, the timing was just right as no one else was there.
“Let’s set up.” The man spoke. The mechs moved around the rock formation, and pressed their hands together, beginning a chant of sorts.
The ritual would take some time, but if luck was on their side, they’d finish before the Guardians returned.
The World’s Edge. A metaphorical ‘end of times’ landscape that covered near half the world. In the same space naught but 2000 years ago, the Tyrannical Giants ruled over mankind with an iron fist. Their ruthless subjugation eventually led to their downfall, for when mankind rose up against them under the banner of Five Legendary Heroes, They were sealed away indefinitely. Though what was the origin of these Giants? Where did they come from? Why did they suddenly desire to rule the world? Naught but few know of the true reasoning behind their existence, their motives.
Aberon.
The nigh-omnipotent being whom created the world and all things within it. The Giants were of no exception, being of his spawn as well. Over time, the Giants grew to become jealous of mankind, coveting the freedoms they possessed, and sought to turn against their creator. Or as legends tell. They shattered Aberon into several pieces, and many considered him all but wiped from existence. Some theorized otherwise though, thinking that there may be some of him that “remains” perhaps floating in the sea of aether.
Many would kill to possess omnipotence, the knowledge of all and everything. A Supreme being to rule over the rest. Such temptation is what led the Giants down their path, proving that even higher beings aren’t immune to such desires.
______________________
“We’re almost there…” A man cloaked in black garb rode atop a silver mech, cruising through the Null-Zone of The World’s Edge. following him were three similar mech, all in a V-formation. “Once we reach the point, we’ll begin the ritual.”
A robotic-sounding voice replied in kind, originating from the lead mech.
“Let’s just hope the Guardians don’t catch on to what we’re doing…” the man gave a sheepish grin.
They eventually arrived at a mountainous rock formation, which seemed out of place in the ruined wasteland that surrounded it. None-the-less, this was one of the most important spots in Crescentia. While normally under the watchful eye of the Guardians of Eden, the timing was just right as no one else was there.
“Let’s set up.” The man spoke. The mechs moved around the rock formation, and pressed their hands together, beginning a chant of sorts.
The ritual would take some time, but if luck was on their side, they’d finish before the Guardians returned.