The Godslayer's Legacy

Prologue: The Awakening Darkness

At the eastern edge of Elyndra, atop a steep cliff overlooking a blackened sea, stood an ancient temple long abandoned. Its walls were cracked, its pillars crumbled, and the statues of once-revered gods were now cloaked in moss and dust. Yet, something sinister lurked within the temple's shadows.

The Dark Temple, the site of a seal holding ancient power, had kept its secret for millennia. That night, under the ominous glow of a blood moon, the seal began to fracture. A fierce wind howled, carrying whispers of dread that only the magical beings of Elyndra could comprehend.

Within the temple, a shadow stirred. It had no form, only a formless darkness that consumed any light daring to approach it. This was Zerathis, the god of darkness, long imprisoned by the five guardian gods.

"Finally," a deep, resonant voice echoed from the shadows. "My time has come."

Elsewhere, in the celestial realm of the gods, five radiant entities gathered around a massive magical circle. They knew their world could not withstand Zerathis's awakening without aid.

"The seal is breaking," one of the gods said, their voice heavy with urgency.

"We no longer possess the strength we once had," another replied. "But there is still hope."

Their gaze shifted to a distant realm—a world far removed from Elyndra, a world devoid of magic yet brimming with untapped potential: Earth. There, five souls were chosen, each one uniquely aligned with the powers of the gods.

"Now," the final god declared, "let them bring hope to Elyndra."

With a single motion, the magical circle flared brilliantly, sending five beams of light hurtling across dimensions. Each beam sought its destined bearer, the ones who would become Elyndra's final hope.