God’s tree- Ep 0

Long ago, when the world brimmed with mythical beings—both magnificent and humble—humanity was but a fragile spark amid a storm of titans. Giants strode across mountains, dragons coiled in the heavens, and feykind danced in eternal twilight. Humans, weak and mortal, lived on the fringes, scavenging scraps of life beneath the gaze of creatures far mightier. Yet, they endured. The flame of their resilience burned against the winds of despair, surviving where strength alone would fail.

Then, one day, the balance of the world shifted. The skies darkened to ashen gray, trembling as if under the weight of unseen hands. The earth itself groaned and cracked, reshaping landscapes in an instant. It was as though the gods—silent and unseen for eons—had finally descended to rewrite the laws of existence. Their presence shattered the dominion of the mighty, pulling ancient powers from their thrones. The meek were offered something they had never known: the chance to rise.

It was the humans who first discovered the gods' secret. While felling trees for warmth and shelter, they found the world had changed in more ways than one. The trunks of the trees bled—not sap, but a luminous crimson ichor that shimmered with latent power. This Life Blood, as it came to be called, was unlike anything seen before. With every drop they consumed, humanity grew stronger, more resilient. It was as if the gods had woven their essence into the earth itself.

While other races clung stubbornly to the relics of their past, humans embraced this gift. They adapted, learning to wield the power of Life Blood to forge weapons, heal their wounds, and ignite dormant potential within their frail forms. The great beasts and elder races, once untouchable, began to falter. Humanity rose, and the age of myth waned.

The gods, having remade the world, vanished as swiftly as they had appeared. Their designs—cryptic and unknowable—were left to the mortals to decipher. Thus began the Era of God's Judgment, a time of upheaval, growth, and unrelenting transformation.

Centuries turned to millennia. Humanity flourished, building sprawling cities atop the ruins of what once was, their triumphs towering like monuments to their tenacity. It was in one of these burgeoning kingdoms, on a quiet, unremarkable day, that a boy named Argolaith was born.

To most, his birth was inconsequential—a fleeting moment in the endless tide of human history. Yet, the earth itself seemed to stir. A faint tremor rippled through the ground, unnoticed by all but the wind and stone, as if the world recognized that a new force had entered its story. Argolaith's destiny lay hidden, his greatness waiting for the moment the world would call upon him.

For now, his life began in obscurity. But destiny whispers, even in the silence, and the boy who bore the weight of a quaking earth would one day rise to shape the world anew. His legend was not yet written, but the echoes of his future already resounded through the halls of fate.