[Twilight Era, Excerpts from the Final Testament of the Last Archivist]


    An old man sits quietly by a flickering light, turning the yellowed pages of a forgotten tome in silence. Once, he was called an archivist. Now, his hand pens what may be the last testament of a world no longer remembered—its myths, its ruins, its gods.


    "That day, the continent was torn asunder. The mountains wept, the sea fell silent. Yet mankind endured. Beneath the shadow of gods—as ever it was." — The Song of the Exiled, Chronicle of Dusk


    "The gods have perished. Yet their weapons remain, bearing memory and will. The Blade of Ignia remembers betrayal, and burns with hatred still." — The Forgotten, Myth of the Great Forge


    "Banish all threats. Yet let them bring back the sacred relics. The legacy of the divine belongs only to those who survive." — Decree of the First Heroes, Stone of Accord


    "On the day the black star rose, the gods tore each other apart, and unmade creation. Now we face only the weapons they left behind." — The Last War of the Gods (??? ???? ??? ?? ??? ????)


    "The gods are dead. The earth burned. The remnants lost their light. Yet some survived. This record is but the first step of that long, dark path." — Beyond the Light


    "We fractured into three powers. The Primordial Tree, the Great Forge, and something in between. We sought peace, but the gods kept their silence—and silence returned as a blade." — Whispers After the Sundering


    "The Great Forge no longer melts metal for peace. Its fire birthed war, and its embers grew into thirty days of flame." — Iron Fortress Journal, Memoirs of the Northern Union


    "Bloody Tuesday. That day, in the name of gods, we killed our own. The rest remained silent—and silence became sin." — Reflections on the Second Flame Campaign


    "The cities born of creation flew in the skies, and the lands born of fear sank beneath the earth. But the final testament was one: ‘O mighty one, become a king.’" — The Heirloom Codex, Book of the Final Legacy


    "Beneath the Black Sun and the shadows of stars, we fled—and were born anew. There were no gods there, but our tale remained." — Chronicle of the Underground Kingdom, Scribe of the Black Sun


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    "When the outer god first stepped upon this land, the continent had no words. He breathed into stone, and life followed. The gods shaped matter, and raised the bones of the world." — Fragments of Genesis


    "The mountains first stirred—and from their shadow came the giants. Their words were slower than wind, and even gods feared their knowledge and flame." — Children of the Void, Lost Giant Lore


    "The gods made man. And man began to ask. The first question became doubt. Doubt birthed emotion. On that day, life gained feeling." — Age of Emotion


    "The god of life opened what was forbidden. He believed not in order, but in flow. His rebellion freed life—and enraged the divine." — The Law of Order, Chronicle of the Tree


    "They cast him to the edge of the sea. He was pierced with spears and hung upon a tree. The wind sang his agony. Yet he did not die. Even in torment, the god endured." — The Wind and the Spear


    "The god of love whispered. The god of mischief laughed. Thus were born the gods of emotion. They saw their reflections in mankind, and became mirrors of men." — Shards of the Soul


    "The southern mountains were carved by celestial wrath. Beyond them, the immature were cast out. There, dwarves and flame-lizards were born—of iron and fire." — Pact of the Peaks


    "In the dawn of the North, hope yet remained. To guard that hope, the First Gods planted the Elves. Guardians of the forest, and those who heard the Tree’s whispers." — Roots of Life


    "And so the world was split in three. Three gods, three paths, and three powers that no longer trusted one another." — Era of Balance


    "The mountains could not divide them. On the day the fractured gods became one, the world was born anew. A quiet rebellion turned to hope." — The First Convergence


    "Light adorned their backs, blades were set in their hands, and their hearts beat still with sorrow." — The Blade Beneath the Coral, Origin of the Sea-Born


    "That year, the gods spoke no word. In that silence grew the greatest seeds of doubt and plot." — The Silent Three Years


    "And the gods remained silent. Faith drowned in blood, and the streets changed their names with blackened gore." — The Day of Crimson Faith


    "The God of Light was swallowed by darkness. Who slew the divine? None can say." — The Silent Night


    "O mighty one, become a king. Peace shall not bloom from scattered hands. Only one who bears arms may guard it." — The Testament of Kings


    "A dynasty bound by weapons. The heirlooms were both blessing—and curse." — Age of Heirlooms


    "They no longer sought the gods. In unremembered tongues, they built a new world." — They Who Rejected the Sky, Founding of the Underlands


    The old man turned the final page and gently set down his pen.


    The flame trembled faintly. Beyond the dusty window, the wind murmured.


    This tale had long awaited someone to whom it could be told.


    Now, the book is closed.


    But the chronicle is far from over.


    What was written was but the beginning—


    The rest shall be written by those who remain.