Enders of the First Earth

What happens when a god’s right hand grows tired of bowing?



When loyalty turns to rebellion?



When the first Angel decides… he deserves the throne?



Well—this happens.



My name is Nethmus.

A Marex. A scholar. A resurrected narrator with a divine deadline and four chaotic deity coworkers who won't let me write in peace.



The [TRUE GOD] tasked me—yes, me—to recount the beginning of all beginnings.

Of Anker, the first Angel, the first [DEMI-GOD], the first traitor.



He who created Corrupted Mana.

He who turned angels into monsters.

He who plunged the stars into war, and fell to Earth as a broken [QUASI-GOD].



Empires burned.

Enders rose.

And the Three Ancient Nations—Primea, Uvork, and Margonia—stood as the last bastions of hope behind the indestructible Mana Barriers forged by my genius Marex kin.



But even those won't last.



And so the [TRUE GOD] sent one.

A mortal unlike any the world expected.

Lumin—Crazily calm. Stupidly smart. Stoic-faced. Devilishly handsome. Emotionally unavailable. Probably needs therapy.



Anyway—he's the chosen one.



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This is the tale of corrupted gods, collapsing realms, sentient sarcasm, and a universe standing one heartbeat away from oblivion.



So sit back, mortals.

Grab your snacks.

Because this tale?

It’s going to be long.



Like... planetary cycle long