Once, gods were not whispered myths or painted relics — they were sovereigns of sun and storm, known by name and feared by nations. Before the Celestial Cataclysm — before the skies cracked, the seas boiled, and the divine tore itself apart — the gods of Saragossa walked beside mortals, their wills shaping empires, their […]
“When gods bleed, the sky remembers.” — Vaesian proverb I. A World Once Blessed Long before ruin, before silence, before the great sundering, Saragossa was a world in tune with the divine. The gods walked its winds, whispered through stone, shimmered in moonlight. Their temples towered over cities, their blessings carved into every harvest, every […]
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