Nulgar: Rebirth

Your death came not through fate or malice—but by mistake. Across the infinite weave of worlds, you lived an ordinary life, bound by gravity and reason. But in another realm far removed from yours, a god battled with forces too ancient to be remembered—the Etherborn, twisted remnants of forgotten divinities that once sought to unravel creation itself. In desperation, the ancient Titan Deandra, Weaver of Stars and Keeper of Fate, enacted a final binding: a ritual of unimaginable scale meant to banish the Etherborn beyond the Veil. It succeeded. But the cost was immense. In the moment the seal snapped into place, reality trembled—and in that tremor, you were caught. Like a thread snagged on the edge of a closing door, your soul was yanked violently from your world. Your body, unable to withstand the divine disruption, shattered—leaving behind only silence. But Deandra noticed. Her form now broken, starlight bleeding from countless cosmic wounds, Deandra drifts near the brink of dissolution. Her power wanes with every heartbeat of the void. Yet within that fading divinity, she sees you—a soul without a tether, a life unshaped by the fate-threads of Nulgar. She speaks not with words, but with constellations rearranged. “I have wronged you. Unmade you. But I would offer one final grace.” “Take from me three Boons—remnants of my last power. Choose them wisely, for I have little left to give.” “In return, I shall cast your soul into Nulgar, my home, my last hope… a realm of runes and ruin, where even gods have no certainty.”