Fragile Dawn
Papa Legba's return to the Crossroad rippled through the realms like a whispered command.
News of the prisoners' release spread swiftly—
some greeted it with hope, others with suspicion.
New alliances formed cautiously, forged by necessity and shared vision.
Demons and gods who once stood opposed now found common ground—tentative, uneasy, yet undeniable.
Yet old rivalries did not fade.
Long-buried grudges flared anew, threatening to ignite into open conflict.
The air was thick with tension—
every step forward felt like walking on shattered glass.
At the heart of it all stood Zion, The Bridge.
He carried the hopes of the chosen, the prayers of gods, and the shadows of demons alike.
His task was clear yet daunting: to guide the chosen through this fragile dawn,
to build a path where light and shadow could coexist without tearing each other—and their world—apart.
One wrong move could unravel everything.
But Zion's resolve burned bright.
He would not let the balance break.
Not yet