Summary
Karl awakened to an unexpected nightmare—once a formidable Evil God, he was now nothing more than a broken remnant, sealed within a fragile bottle.
By chance, the Fischer bloodline became his chosen vessels, bound to him through an ancient connection. Over generations, they built a clandestine order, weaving their influence into the highest echelons of power. They orchestrated wars from the shadows, ascended to divine realms, and carved their names into history.
Among them were unseen assassins, revered scholars, devout priests, and legendary figures sung in epic tales. As time passed, civilization flourished—steampunk innovations surged, the Spirit Realm bled into dreams, and ancient witches and forgotten gods resurfaced. Echoes of lost whispers haunted the ears of those who dared to listen.
They were both architects of fate and harbingers of its end. And through every era, they pressed forward, undeterred.
“Walk over my fallen form,” Karl murmured, “and claim the future that awaits you.”