Chapter 1: Prolog
Before the world had names, before time had direction, ten beings descended from the void.
They did not bring light.
They were the light. And the shadow.
They were law itself—the unseen pillars that upheld all of reality.
They were called gods, though they never asked to be worshipped.
They did not create the world, but made it possible to exist.
Without them, there would be no line between life and death, no distinction between motion and stillness, no boundary between being and emptiness.
Zerachiel, the Blade of Division, never spoke. He simply swung. And with each cut, something was separated. Light from darkness. Earth from sky. Soul from flesh. He was the line between all things that should never meet.
Aeon, the Timeless Watcher, did not age. He moved the stars, froze the oceans, and made destiny walk to his rhythm. In his silence, time became a chain.