In the vast tapestry of existence, beyond mortal comprehension, The Outer Realms unfolded—a realm of ethereal allure and celestial marvels. At it’s radiant core stood Reigheilm, a kingdom of divine enchantment.

Amidst the cosmic dance of stars, the castle of the gods rose in majestic splendor, one crafted from the pure essence of glistening gold. It’s spires pierced the heavens, radiating an aura of unquestionable godly authority. The heart of Reigheilm casted a luminous glow that cascaded across the kingdom, a celestial beacon guiding the paths of gods.

Embracing the castle was the eternal garden which captivated all who beheld it. Exotic trees and flowers, eternal in their bloom, adorned this celestial landscape with hues unseen by mortal eyes. A symphony of colors danced against the canvas of the cosmic sky, creating a spectacle of breathtaking beauty.

As gods strolled through the garden's winding pathways, they were greeted by the intoxicating perfume of divine blossoms, a fragrance that spoke of timeless serenity. The air resonated with the harmonious whispers of ancient secrets, and the wonders of nature unfolded with every step, weaving a tapestry of boundless marvels.

In this haven of tranquility, time itself seemed to yield to the enchantment of Reigheilm. It was a kingdom where worries melted away, and the boundaries between the real and the fantastical blurred into a seamless dance. The gods reveled in the splendor of their celestial abode, blissfully unaware of the trials that loomed beneath the surface of their idyllic kingdom, for now finding solace in the timeless majesty of The Outer Realms...

CHAPTER 1 What Is A God?

 In the far western reaches of the Outer Realms lies Ember Haven, a harsh contrast to the celestial beauty of Reigheilm. Here, turmoil and fiery chaos reign supreme in a land shaped by the unforgiving forces of nature. Jagged peaks of hardened magma pierce the sky, while rivers of molten lava flow like veins of liquid fire, painting the landscape in hues of red and orange.

Ember Haven stands as a testament to elemental fury, it’s rugged terrain cloaked in volcanic ash that darkens the sky with an ominous haze. The air is thick with the acrid scent of sulfur, a constant reminder of the tumultuous forces at play.

Amidst this desolate expanse, magma golems roam freely, towering over the landscape like living embodiments of destruction. Their molten bodies pulsate with an inner heat that threatens to consume all in their path, casting ominous shadows against the fiery backdrop.

Unlike Reigheilm, which embodies purity and balance, Ember Haven represents a realm of hatred and madness—a place where chaos holds sway. Here, the delicate balance of the Outer Realms is tested, as the primal forces of destruction clash with the forces of creation.

Yet, despite it’s volatile nature, Ember Haven serves as a necessary counterpart to Reigheilm, underscoring the fragile equilibrium that exists within the cosmic tapestry of existence. In this land of darkness and discord, the true essence of the Outer Realms is revealed—a realm where light and shadow, creation and destruction, exist in a delicate clash of cosmic proportions.

Amidst the chaos of Ember Haven, the tranquility of Reigheilm remained protected by a transparent barrier, separating the two realms like a line drawn between chaos and order. Three towering magma golems, each standing ten feet tall, relentlessly pounded against the barrier, their molten fists striking with ferocious intensity.

Volcanic liquid spewed from their palms and chests, showering the barrier with searing heat. Each impact sent shockwaves reverberating through the barrier, causing it to vibrate as if made of water. However, despite their relentless assault, the barrier held strong—a testament to the divine power that had safeguarded the purity of the kingdom.

Suddenly, the sky erupted in a blinding cascade of azure lightning, illuminating the chaos below. A fierce bolt of energy descended, striking the trio of mindless monsters with unyielding force, hurling them backward with deep, guttural groans. As the dazzling radiance dissipated, a figure emerged from the aftermath, shrouded in an aura of mystery and power.

Dressed in ebon armor forged from the darkest steel, the man commanded attention with his imposing stature and unwavering presence. His chest plate gleamed with intricate etchings, reflecting the ethereal glow of the lightning that surged around him. Leggings of obsidian hue encased his powerful limbs, while gauntlets implanted with ancient runes adorned his hands, crackling with residual energy.

A billowing cape of the purest white trailed behind him against the backdrop of swirling storm clouds. His long, flowing white hair danced in the tempestuous wind, framing a visage of striking intensity. Piercing blue eyes, aglow with the very essence of lightning itself, surveyed the scene with a commanding gaze that brooked no defiance.

As the molten golems let out deep bellows, struggling to rise to their feet, the unknown figure spoke in the ancient tongue of old English, his voice carrying the weight of thunderous authority. "Such mindless creatures dare to challenge the likes of Belmire? Hmph, your recklessness will be not but your undoing" His words echoed across the scorched landscape, resonating with power.

The middle golem clenched it’s fists before letting out a deep roar, charging directly at the armored deity. But with a mere flicker of movement, Belmire vanished, leaving behind only a trail of dancing sparks. The molten brute came to a halt, looking around in confusion, bewildered by the sudden disappearance of his foe.

As the molten golem let out a deafening roar, Belmire, the God of Lightning, materialized above it with an aura of ethereal grace. In a swift, deliberate motion, he pressed his bare palm against the creature's scorching skin, channeling his divine power. A fierce bolt of lightning descended from the clouds, arcing through the sky with searing intensity. The molten behemoth convulsed in agony, it’s form crumbling apart into radiant sparks that scattered like ethereal embers, succumbing to the towering might of Belmire's divine retribution.

Amidst the fading echoes of destruction, the two remaining golems, once towering in arrogance, now watched in utter fear. The once-formidable creature had crumbled into oblivion before the overwhelming power of the God of Lightning.

 Belmire then turned his attention to the remaining monsters. Extending his open right palm before them, he initiated a mesmerizing display: With deliberate movements, he slowly drew his left hand's index and middle finger away from his right, crafting a gesture akin to drawing a sword. In response, pure blue lightning manifested within his right hand, forging a sword of divine power. The radiant weapon crackled with energy, casting an eerie yet captivating light upon the battlefield. In that moment, with a stoic gaze, Belmire silently proclaimed his readiness to face whatever challenges lay ahead in the tumultuous realms.