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In a world teetering on the precipice of annihilation, where the veil between realities is tearing, the hallowed halls of Umbría, a hidden academy of magic, become the unlikely crucible for Earth’s last stand. What begins as a battle against a fallen mentor, Nyx, and her Chaos Dragon, Poimandres, spirals into a desperate war against cosmic horrors and ancient deceptions that have shaped human history for millennia.

Young mage Aria, struggling with her own volatile powers, finds herself at the heart of this maelstrom. Guided by the enigmatic, ageless Merlín, she and her allies – including the brooding vampire prince Drácula, whose own cursed evolution unleashes terrifying new abilities, and a team of scientists clinging to the fringe theories of the disappeared Jacobo Grinberg – must confront an awakening Cthulhu from the depths of the Caribbean. Their only hope seems to lie in a desperate alliance forged in Cancún, a powerful and dangerous energy vortex.

But Cthulhu is not their only foe. The Netlin, majestic and terrifying fallen angels led by the Supreme Commander Amitiel, issue an ultimatum: submit to their absolute Order or be purged. Yet, a horrifying truth is unveiled – Amitiel is Cthulhu's own "brother," and their Luciferin Netlin faction has been allied with the Primeval One since the ancient Lyra Wars, orchestrating chaos under the guise of divine intervention.

As ancient alien races – Reptilians, Greys, and Insectoids – resurface to battle their former cosmic masters, the Anunnaki Enki reveals a staggering secret: humanity itself was genetically engineered by his race, our true potential locked away in dormant DNA, our history manipulated by figures like Porfirio Díaz acting under alien influence. Even Earth’s most powerful secret society, the Thirteen Families, are revealed to be mere servants of Enlil, Enki's ruthless Anunnaki brother, whose own hidden city, Ki'Gal, lies deep within a mythical Hollow Earth.

From the deserts of Chihuahua where Mayan shamans guard timeless secrets and the perilous "Zone of Silence," to the lost history of Lilith and her tragic celestial lover, and the revelation of Poimandres as the Universal Mind that once inspired Hermes Trismegistus, Aria and her companions are thrust into a multi-layered conflict. They must navigate treacherous alliances, awaken humanity's forgotten power, and confront the truth of their "Forgotten Genesis."

With the planet's very consciousness, Gaia, stirring, and an army of earth spirits, the Aluxes, fighting in subterranean realms, the battle for Earth becomes a war for the fundamental structure of reality – The Lattice. Aria, now recognized as a "reborn soul" targeted by the cosmic tyrants, must master her evolving magic and embrace a destiny that could save humanity or shatter existence itself.

Will they unlock the secrets of the silenced genome and the ancient Lattice before Cthulhu and Amitiel impose their silent, ordered void upon the universe? The echoes of a forgotten past hold the key to a future that may never dawn.

FORGOTTEN GENESIS: The Lattice War

In the icy, grand command room, Cthulhu's presence, though stabilized alongside Amitiel, remained a palpable distortion in the fabric of reality. Supreme Commander Netlin had presented the plan for the new communications device, a herald that would bring his "New Rules" to humanity's ears without frying their fragile minds.

Cthulhu, after a silence that seemed to stretch eons, emitted a new series of thought-vibrations, his guttural, cosmic "voice" echoing in the minds of Amitiel and her Luciferian lieutenants.

"The... singularity... of... power... on Terra... as wielded by those... Thirteen Tribes of Dust... has become... predictable," the Ancient One projected, his myriad wandering eyes perhaps focusing on some distant future. <<Generate... a... unified... resistance... however weak. The energy harvest... stagnates... or becomes... inefficient. We can no longer rely on creating chaos through a single nation, a single dominant economy, for our long-term purposes.>>

Amitiel nodded, his quasar eyes glowing with cold understanding. "The model of a single Earthly hegemon has exhausted its usefulness, Great Dreamer. The pressures are too direct; the response, however primitive, can become... inconveniently focused."

<<Precisely, Younger Brother,>> Cthulhu continued. <<We must... divide... the Earthly game board in a more... elegant. More... fruitful manner. We will create... multiple... economic and geopolitical blocs. Foci of apparent sovereign power, each with its own ideology, its own promises, its own... illusions of grandeur.>>

Amitiel's mind, a labyrinth of cosmic strategy, was already visualizing the implications, and an almost imperceptible smile, but one laden with intellectual admiration for the mind of his "elder brother," formed on his perfect lips.

<<Let each block,>> Cthulhu's "voice" became almost... melodic in its monstrosity, <<fervently proclaim its own unique path to prosperity, security, 'freedom' for its human herds. Let them compete fiercely in markets, in technology, in cultural influence. Let them fear each other, let them accuse each other of all evils. Let them generate, with our subtle guidance, constant economic ups and downs on a global scale—cycles of boom and bust, waves of hope crushed by despair, followed by new empty promises. A constant, rich, and varied flow of emotional energy for our... continuous extraction.>>

The mental projection intensified, displaying conceptual images of a divided Earth, with ideological and economic borders as real as the geographical ones.

<<One bloc denouncing the tyranny and moral decadence of the other,>> Cthulhu vibrated. <<The other exposing the systemic corruption and imperialist ambitions of the first. Always a visible conflict, a palpable tension, but carefully calibrated by invisible threads that only we, from the heights of the cosmos, can see and manipulate.>>

"A perfectly planned chaos," Amitiel murmured, almost to himself, the concept appealing deeply to his twisted sense of Absolute Order. "A harmonic dissonance directed toward a higher purpose."

<<And the most... exquisite thing about this design, Little Brother,>> Cthulhu added, and the "smile" on his tentacled face seemed to widen, exuding a cold, alien joy, <<is that each of these blocs, in their eagerness to demonstrate their superiority and ensure the loyalty of their populations, must, or at least appear to, constantly offer better living conditions to their humans. Promises of social security, medical advances, endless entertainment, a bright future for their children.>>

<<This,>> the Ancient One explained, <<will sharpen their fanatical loyalty to their particular bloc, intensify their fear and hatred of the 'threat' posed by the other, and generate an even richer and more polarized harvest of raw emotions: hope and fear warring in their tiny hearts, triumph and loss in their ephemeral lives, blind devotion and bitter betrayal. The full spectrum of their pathetic existence, tuned for our nourishment.>>

Amitiel nodded slowly, fascinated. "Creating divisions that mortals create organically, conflicts they defend with their lives, while each faction, in its supposedly virtuous struggle to 'improve' the lives of its subjects, only serves to fuel the energetic flow we need for our transcendent purposes... It is the quintessence of Order imposed through the illusion of freedom and competition. A work of strategic art, Great Old One."

The idea of ​​a world perpetually in controlled conflict, where hope itself became fuel for fear, and where the pursuit of a better life only served to feed its cosmic masters.

It was a vision of tyranny so subtle and complete that even Amitiel, the Fallen Strategist, was impressed.

"It will be executed according to your vision, Ancient Dreamer," Amitiel stated. "The Luciferian agents and the structures we already control on Terra will begin to sow the seeds of these new divisions, to foster these new 'hopes' and these new 'enemies.' The rules of the game on Terra... they will certainly change."

In the cold immensity of their citadel, the two cosmic horrors had sealed another pact, one that promised a future of orchestrated conflict and cultivated despair for the small blue planet, all under the deceptive banner of illusory progress and freedom.

It will be executed according to our vision