The gods marveled at their work. Their universe was vast, filled with stars, oceans, and
mountains. Their chosen races walked the lands, each unique in power and purpose. The
vampires hunted, the werewolves howled, the merfolk ruled the depths, and the fairies spread
their mischief.
Yet, for all their creations, something was missing.
Aetheris, the God of Souls, gazed upon the land of the living and sighed.
"All that we have
made,
" he murmured,
"and yet there is no race to truly bind them all together.
"Sanguis scoffed.
"What need have we for another creation?"
Nekros, the God of Death, chuckled darkly.
"Indeed. What could exist that is not predator or
prey?"
From the edge of the celestial council, a new voice spoke.
"balance,
" he said,
"the answer is balance.
"
The gods turned as a lone figure stepped forward. He was neither radiant like Luminara nor
dark as Tenebros, but something in between. His form was ever-shifting—one moment a farmer,
the next a warrior, the next a scholar. He was Humus, the God of Humanity.
"I will create a race with no fangs to drink blood, no claws to tear flesh, no wings to soar the
skies, and no magic to bend the elements,
" Humus declared.
"Yet, they will endure. Not by
strength, nor sorcery, but by will. They will learn, adapt, and forge their own path.
"
The gods scoffed.
"They will be weak,
" Lycaan growled.
"They will be slaves to the others,
" Sanguis sneered.
Humus only smiled.
"They will struggle. They will suffer. And yet, they will persist.
"
With a single breath, he cast his power upon the world, and from the soil, the Humans arose.
They were fragile, short-lived, and insignificant compared to the mighty races that walked before
them.
Yet they were different. They learned. They built. They forged weapons, cities, and stories. And
most of all, they could change.
The other gods watched with fascination—and fear.
For the humans, though weak, were unpredictable. They could be heroes or tyrants, saviors or
destroyers. They could outthink the vampires, outlast the werewolves, and harness the
knowledge of the fairies.
And perhaps, one day, they could challenge the gods themselves.
From the heavens, Humus watched his creation with quiet pride.
"Let them prove themselves,
" he whispered.
And so, the age of man began.