The World Of Aetas
Before time.
Before light.
Before anything…
There was nothing.
And from the Nothing, came the great continent of Aetas.
In a great flash, oceans surged, forests bloomed, and mountains rose.
But that world was empty.
Without hope or will.
Without fear or corage.
Then came the gods.
But not only them.
The mortals came too — as if fate had carved both gods and men from the same breath.
The gods dwelled in the great Pantheon, a realm beyond all comprehension.
There, was everything that a man could desire flowed endlessly: wealth, food, wine, and immortality.
But a eternity with everything…
Became emptiness.
An eternal loop of sameness.
The gods were, unchanging, flawless, unbroken — but slowly drowning in to theirs perfection.
They looked down upon the world below — Horynor, the land of fleeting fires, known to mortals as Aetas.
At first, they watched with distance.
As guardians of the fate. Judges of the soul when the time of mortals was over..
But soon, curiosity became longing and longing turned to disire.
They watched mortal lives unfold — full of dreams, of pain, of triumph and decay.
They saw lives that burned fast but bright as the sun.
And they felt envy.
Mortals changed. In an instant.
From good to wicked, from coward to hero.
They changed — and that… that drew the gods closer.
They began to wonder:
What would it be like... to live as they do?
To feel the weight of time?
To walk, not fly. To hunger. To fear. To hope — To Live once again.
And so, they descended.
Becouse in Aetas, each day is new.
Each step is uncertain.
And every breath… feels alive.
This is not a tale of the heroes you expected.
This is the world of Change.
The world of becoming.
The world of Aetas.