Since the moment they opened their eyes—while still resting in their mother's arms—every living being has been told the same tale:
The tale of the Church of Marialism.
They were taught how the Supreme Pope led the Church through chaos. How all magical essence—soon named Makra—was a divine gift from the Voice, the absolute entity of all creation.
They were taught how questioning the Church was heresy. That their life itself was granted by the Voice—and therefore, it belonged to the Church.
And how the world they lived in, a boundless realm known as Arkanthaal, was theirs only because the Voice, and therefore the church allowed it.
But not all accepted these truths.
In the beginning, many resisted. Even some high-ranking Church officials doubted its divine claims. Across the realms, voices of defiance rose—until resistance sparked into full-blown war:The First Holy War.
The realms united in rebellion, denouncing the Church as a tyrannical force hiding behind divinity.
At first, victory seemed inevitable for the united armies. But history would prove otherwise.
The Church defied all odds. One by one, it shattered every realm that opposed it. In time, resistance was annihilated.
They called their triumph the beginning of a new age:The Golden Era.
Under its reign, the Church controlled every aspect of life.
Kings ruled because the Pope permitted them to.
Nobles schemed only with the Cardinals' approval.
Merchants traded under Church blessing.
Peasants worked because they were told to.
Faith was law. The Church was absolute.
A thousand years passed.
The Supreme Popes came and went, unable to escape mortality—despite their proclamations of divine connection.
While the faces changed, the doctrines remained untouched.
The Cardinals, once faithful stewards, grew corrupt, acting only to serve their own interests. Reformation was forbidden. Doubt was heresy.
And still, the realms obeyed.
Empires, kingdoms, and villages alike bowed their heads in silence.
But cracks had begun to show.
The 99th Supreme Pope vanished—without naming a successor.
The Seven Cardinals fell into endless dispute, no consensus in sight.
Amid the chaos, a single village revolted, demanding their children be returned from conscription.
What began as a plea became a revolution.
Two men seized the movement's momentum, guiding it into open defiance. The world would name it:The Second Holy War.
This time, the Church's enemies could not be broken. Instead they were the one who's about to break. Even at their most desperate, the Cardinals' squabbles weakened them from within.
They suffered total defeat—militarily, politically, and spiritually.
Doubt began to eat at their proclaimed divinity.
From the ashes of resistance, a new realm arose named as The Eternal Empire.
And with it the new world order, later known as
The Eterian Dawn.
At first, the Eternal Empire appeared invincible—its rise swift, its ideals unshakable.
But in time, the same shadows that once plagued the Church crept into the new regime.
Corruption. As power shifted, the Empire's once-flawless governance began to rot from within. Its new nobles, born from revolution, became drunk on the very authority they once vowed to destroy.
Their expansion faltered. The war machine slowed . And while the Church knelt in ashes, the Empire turned inward.
To the fractured faithful, it looked like a miracle. The fading embers of Marialism began to glow once more—fueled not by strength, but by the illusion of hope.
Though weakened, the Church refused to change. Reformation was blocked. Only minor freedoms were granted—meant to stall the bleeding of faith.
Now, half of civilization still clings to the Church's mandates.
Others concedes only partially.
Some have abandoned it entirely, yielding to the newborn order.
In all its thousand years, never before has the Church faced a threat this great. A threat to its authority. To its divinity. To its very existence.
But the Empire is no longer pure. And the Church is no longer feared.
Can the Church survive what's coming?
Will faith prove stronger than revolution?
Will the Empire crumble by its corrupted regime?
Or will both be swallowed by the chaos they created?
The answer, now, lies in the hands of a new generation.