The heavens shifted.
Another fragment descended, but this was no mere shard of power—it was a piece of a lost sky, a fragment of a world's cosmos, carrying with it the histories of an existence now gone. The stars within it whispered as they fell, singing tales of a forgotten realm.
A king born in darkness, whose reign was both feared and revered.
A hero who longed for adventure, his journey spanning countless lands and ages.
A lone wolf, eternally waiting for the return of its master.
These stories, woven into constellations, flickered one last time before vanishing.
The moment the fragment touched the sky of this world, the old stars shattered.
The sky roared as galaxies collapsed, their light torn asunder by the force of fusion. The constellations that had long guided mortals, telling tales of the gods, were erased in an instant. History was rewritten.
Then, from the destruction, new stars were born.
They flickered into existence, newborn suns struggling to find their place. Some shone with divine brilliance, burning through the void, while others collapsed upon themselves, forming chasms of endless gravity. Some stars collided, merging into something greater, while others withered, vanishing before they could even be named.
The sky was no longer what it once was. It had changed.
And with it, something fell.
From the celestial rebirth, treasures rained down upon Gaia.
Gems of impossible radiance, fragments of dead stars, weapons infused with the energy of collapsing stars—artifacts of power and mystery scattered across the lands, waiting to be found.
Kingdoms would rise in pursuit of these fallen gifts. Adventurers would seek the unknown, drawn by whispers of untold riches. The gods themselves would watch, for even they could not predict what lay hidden among the fallen stars.
And so, as the sky settled into its new form, a new era began.
The Age of Discovery had arrived.