Prologue and Introduction

Before men, before time itself, there was the Tree created by The Nameless Being.In the beginning, Yggdrasil, the World Tree, stretched. Its roots were abysses, its branches brushed the divine heavens. And at its center... the world.A world shaped by sap and destiny.
The buried roots took their base from a world below the central world called the Netherworld, the border between nothingness, hence the roots, and matter, "the central world or the world of the living." The world of the living rested on the trunk: solid, beating, vibrating above the clouds. Above the central world, impossible to see with the naked eye, were the branches of Yggdrasil—countless—bearing the Kingdoms of the Gods.The pantheons.The Olympian, proud and cruel.The Hindu, cyclical and profound.The Nordic, cold and fervent.The Egyptian, ancient and sacred.
Each branch was a sky, each sky a faith. The people prayed, and the gods answered. By the will of the temples, by the voice of the saints, men received magic—that sacred gift, infused with belief.But all power came at a price: to change pantheons was to forget the old one. And with it, everything that he had offered.
So went the world.So vibrated Yggdrasil.
But balance is but a mirage. For long ago, so long ago that even the stars have forgotten...
Typhon—the Scourge of the Heavens, the Howling Vortex—rose against the Gods. At his side, Echidna, the Mother of Monstrosities, she spawned monsters to confront the gods.It was the first betrayal.The first war.The sky burst into flames. The ground writhed. The world was forever scarred.
When the war ended, it was in defeat.Typhon was shattered. Three fragments. Three beasts born of his wrath: the Manticore, the Dragon, the Sphinx. Each sealed in secret dungeons, far from men.Echidna, for her part, was imprisoned in the bowels of the Netherworld. And the world breathed again.
…until she returned.
Nine thousand years later, the Mother of Monsters broke her chains. Her shadow spread. The Gods, panicked, did what they had never dared:They plunged their essences into the bodies of men.And from this fusion were born the Trinities:Heroes, half-men, half-bearers of the very fragments of Typhon. Fire against fire. Chaos to seal chaos.
And it was a miracle.The stele was erected. Echidna, resealed.
But the earth bore the scar.Nature, altered by her presence, gave birth to new beings. Hybrids.Furies, beasts with human faces.Kemonomimis, half-men, half-creatures living in the central world. The Gods, weary, could not erase them. So they created the Spirits, silent guardians, to contain this creeping corruption, preventing the emergence of other hybrid beings.And the world took a deep breath, without forgetting.Never forgetting.For in the shadow of the past, the present was born.And one day, in the heart of this flickering world, a child will appear.Son of silence and storm.But that......is another story.