Xùyì Still a work in progress.

All eyes gazed upon the skies as Xùyì watched the Heavens fall.

Fire smote the skies as gods fell, illuminated with flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder. Again, and again, and again, the skies burst into flames; terror gripping the hearts of mortals. Rallying cries were heard in the thunder as lightning clashed, a butchery unlike anything seen before atop the highest rainbow. From this battle, fragments of corruption, like a rotten tooth, broke off, falling downward in a spiral of terror and evil.

Opportunists flocked to the chaos, slaughtering their fellow man.

From the smoke and ash, monstrosities have arisen, stalking the lands and corrupting those who succumb to their horrific whispers. Reality itself quakes as evils beyond our comprehension gorge themselves on the blood of innocents. Thieves, lurking in the shadows of the fallen, have snatched the birthright of mankind, feasting on unearned merits. Yet, their wickedness had not gone unpunished. Accursed, they are now bound to shadows.

In the wake of this, entire religions have fallen to dust.

Magic, once natural, has been corrupted. Necromancy, shadows, and blood have corrupted the very essence of magic. Where power once flowed through the breath and power of the living. Mankind clings to the sick perversions of life that they've created for protection, watching as the little control they have left seeps between their fingers. Unnatural mutations are sought after.

Only the sword may bring peace back to Xùyì.