The Forgotten God Awakens

Ragnarök wasn't the end. It was the beginning of something far worse.

When the flames died and the gods fell silent, a Forgotten God crawled from Yggdrasil's

shattered roots. He didn't need a crown or weapons. He just rewrote reality itself.

Time fractured. Dead gods opened their eyes. The sky bled darkness. Odin finally saw

the truth too late. Ragnarök was never a war. It was a feeding ritual.

Every prophecy, every death, every betrayal powered one erased name, kept weak through

forgotten memory. Now unleashed, he whispered to the broken world. Survival was never

your reward, it was mine. The gods are dead. Who stops him now?