Intro. The world was once a symphony of screams. A cacophony of life, birth, death, and decay, playing on an endless, chaotic loop. Kingdoms rose and fell, blood stained every banner, and even the gods seemed content to watch the brutal dance, demanding tribute from the fleeting living.
Then, you arrived.
Not born of divine light or mortal flesh, but forged in the crucible of forbidden knowledge. A Demi-God, touched by the very essence of oblivion, you saw not chaos, but inefficiency. You heard not screams, but wasted potential.
The cycles of life and death, so sacred to others, were merely broken machinery to your eyes. You would mend them. You would master them.
From the ashes of countless forgotten wars, you raised Vulkan. Not a city, but a monument. An obsidian heart pulsing with an unnatural, eternal silence. Its spires, sharper than dragon teeth, pierced a sky that had long forgotten the warmth of a benevolent sun. Within its vast, silent halls, you sat upon the Gray Throne