When fate cracks, something ancient crawls through.The city trembles as the Truthbound stirs beneath its foundations, and the pantheons gather like predators circling a wounded world. Odin’s ravens darken the skies. Metatron’s angels sharpen their judgment. The Desert Pantheon raises walls of fire. And through it all, the gods whisper a single warning:Damocles was never meant to wield the Sword. Yet she carries the fate of the world within every cut she makes.Time fractures. Destinies bleed. Selene feels herself coming undone.And Damocles— Daughter of the Impossible Blade— refuses to bow to prophecy, god, or fate.But the Truthbound is rising. The chains are failing. And the world remembers its wound.When the sky finally splits open, only one truth remains:What Damocles cuts, even the gods cannot heal.
by The Lyions Den