The old gods are dead—if death can truly claim such beings. Their fall was not silent. In the wake of a world-rending cataclysm, they bled their divinity into the earth, a final curse that awakened horrors best left forgotten. 

Now, fragments of godhood lie scattered like shards of glass across a shattered realm, and mortal hands claw at them in greed, desperation, and madness.

From the ashes of ruined temples and silent cities, new powers rise, each vying to forge a pantheon from the bones of the past. To seize divinity is to inherit its weight—a truth Siege discovers only after claiming this long-coveted gift. 

Burdened by a power he barely understands, he must navigate a dying world haunted by ancient monsters, decaying saints, and human ambition that festers like rot.

The path is no longer one of glory. It is survival—brutal, bitter, and unrelenting.

And in the end, even gods must kneel.

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This novel draws inspiration from mythologies across the world, reimagined through the bleak lens of a crumbling world inspired by the Dark Souls and Elden Ring franchise.

Expect twisted gods, tragic monsters, and the remnants of empires that dared to play divine.

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 the first breach into the unnatural. At this stage, the soul begins to echo with something foreign and divine. A Warrior walks with purpose sharpened by pain—stronger, faster, no longer fully human, yet still recognizable. 


A title soaked in myth and mourning. These ascended beings have shed the restraints of mortal flesh, becoming avatars of legend.Yet even they are not beyond suffering; they simply carry it with grace.


The half-born divinities who radiate unnatural stillness. To meet their gaze is to feel judged by something older than justice. Half mortal, half divine, they drift through existence as fractured saints—worshiped by some, feared by all. With every heartbeat, the mortal half weakens, and the god within coils tighter.


An imitation of divinity. These beings have torn away their humanity entirely, embracing the divine in full—but imperfect form. Their Domains bleed into reality, twisting the world into cruel parodies of their desires. 


A title spoken in hushed tones, never aloud. Here, power becomes reality. A True God is an idea given flesh, a concept that breathes. They do not battle. They rewrite. Mountains collapse with a whisper, oceans part not by command, but by instinct. Their presence is holy and hollow, beautiful and utterly wrong.


The tyrants of the divine. They do not dwell in temples, but in thrones of ruin carved from the bones of lesser gods. Entire pantheons bow to them, and their words carry the weight of unmaking. History bends at their will; time forgets what they erase. Even gods kneel—or vanish.


Rank 7 - Primordial God, a whisper in the dark, a myth older than myths. Some say they were never born, only revealed. They dwell beneath time, sleeping in the cracks of creation. Their dreams birth calamities. Their names cannot be spoken, for they are not words—they are the world.


Ascension Ranks