Kustaanos The Last World

In the beginning, there was only the Cosmigod, the eternal and ineffable Creator, who dwelt in the radiant vastness of the Cosma — a realm of perfect order and divine harmony. In His boundless wisdom, He willed the birth of the universe, shaping it from the raw essence of creation. To govern this great expanse, He breathed existence into the gods — celestial spirits of immeasurable power, each uniquely crafted and wholly holy, formed in His divine image.   These gods, as varied as the stars, embodied the fullness of the Cosmigod’s will. From the grandeur of dragons to the resilience of dwarves, from the ambition of humans to the wisdom of elder spirits, each bore within them a spark of the divine. With this gift, they brought forth mortalkind, shaping vast worlds across the universe and breathing life into their inhabitants, a sacred act granted by the Cosmigod’s blessing.   Yet among these radiant beings was Uger, one of the angelic spirits, whose heart grew heavy with pride. He beheld the splendor of creation and, in his arrogance, believed himself greater than his purpose. Twisting his divine nature, he whispered corruption into the ears of his brethren, turning them away from the Cosmigod’s light. Many gods, once holy, succumbed to his poison, and in their rebellion, the universe became tainted with sin.   But the Cosmigod, pure and without flaw, could not abide the stain of corruption. In a single, immutable decree, He cursed Uger and all those who had forsaken their holiness. With divine wrath and sorrow, He severed the Cosma from the rest of existence in a cataclysm known as the Great Divergence. The chasm between the divine and the mortal yawned wide, and for the first time, the universe stood apart from its Creator.   With the Cosmigod’s presence withdrawn, the cosmos fell into turmoil. The once-perfect harmony was shattered, and chaos took root. The fallen gods waged wars, kingdoms rose and crumbled, and mortalkind, left adrift in the wake of the Great Divergence, struggled to find its place in the shifting tides of destiny.   In the wake of the Great Divergence, the universe was plunged into darkness. The gods, once divine stewards of creation, turned upon one another, their hearts consumed by sin, greed, and the hunger for dominion. The bonds of brotherhood were shattered, and from the celestial heights to the lowest depths of existence, war erupted in a cataclysmic struggle known as the Cosmic Wars.   Everything grew into an all-consuming apocalypse. Worlds burned, civilizations crumbled, and the heavens trembled as divine blood stained the fabric of the cosmos. Some gods, driven by conquest, seized entire planets for themselves, reshaping them into fortresses of power. Others, in their wrath, reduced whole worlds to nothing but shattered ruin, their debris drifting endlessly in the void. For millennia, the war raged, an endless cycle of betrayal, destruction, and annihilation, until the universe itself stood on the precipice of oblivion.   Yet amid the chaos, one world endured — Kustaanos, the last surviving bastion of mortal life. In ages long past, when the Cosmic Wars were yet young, the dwarven goddess Kireen stumbled upon this primitive world, untouched by the conflict that raged beyond its sky. In her wisdom, she saw the folly of the gods and knew that if Kustaanos were to remain, it must be hidden from the eyes of the warring divinities. And so, with her divine power, she veiled the world in secrecy, shielding it from the ruinous hands of her kin. This was known as the Great Concealment.   Upon this sacred refuge, Kireen set her work in motion. She raised her dwarven children from the stone and fire of the deep, guiding them into an age of prosperity. But Kustaanos was not barren; others already dwelled there — primitive mortals who knew nothing of the horrors beyond their firmament. Rather than cast them aside, she wove them into the grand design, ensuring that all who called Kustaanos home would have a chance to flourish.   And so, as the rest of the universe perished in the fires of chaos, Kustaanos endured, a hidden ember in the ashes of creation. It is the last world, the final refuge of mortalkind, standing alone beneath the vast and silent void of a universe long since laid to ruin.