The Silent Gods

For generations, they obeyed the unseen gods, their lives dictated by the Oracle’s commands. The city’s people bowed in blind faith, their golden shackles a symbol of devotion—or enslavement. But when one man dared to strike the Oracle Core, the truth unraveled. The prophecy of the Overseers was a lie. No divine wrath came, no punishment from above. What remained was silence—vast, endless, and unfamiliar. As the people stood before the ruins of their faith, they faced a choice: rebuild under the weight of a broken prophecy, or step into the unknown, free for the first time in centuries.