Magia Universum

In the beginning, the world Threa basked in the golden age of its creation. Gods walked among mortals, their divine radiance illuminating the lands as equals to their creations. Magic saturated the air, flowing freely through every blade of grass, every ripple in the ocean, and every breath of life. Mystical creatures roamed the vast expanse of this vibrant realm, from majestic beasts to enigmatic spirits, all thriving in a harmony that seemed eternal. This was an age of wonder, an age of infinite possibilities—until it all came to an end.   Armageddon struck with catastrophic finality. The gods, once so intertwined with the world, retreated to their divine realms, abandoning the mortals they once cherished. The land fell to shadow, chaos consuming the order that had reigned supreme. Mystical creatures were not spared; many were twisted into grotesque parodies of their former glory, while others perished entirely. And yet, the world refused to die.   Over hundreds of thousands of years, it rebuilt itself. The scars of the Armageddon gave way to new life. Evolution, guided by nature and accelerated by magic’s lingering influence, birthed beings and ecosystems that adapted to the ever-changing tides of existence. Civilization rose and fell in cycles, each era an echo of the golden age, yet distinct in its own triumphs and tragedies. From crude stone tools to the delicate craftsmanship of swords, and from roaring cannons to sleek spacecraft piercing the void of the heavens, the march of progress continued unabated.   Magic, once the lifeblood of society, slowly became a relic of the past. For most of history, it had been the dominant force, shaping the rise of kingdoms and the fall of empires. The people of Threa's ingenuity turned to technology, the tides shifted. The industrial age heralded the regulation and restriction of magic. Laws, patents, and social hierarchies placed it firmly in the grasp of the elite, and even they faced heavy limitations. By the time space exploration began, magic had become a rare and heavily guarded commodity, while technology surged forward, creating wonders of its own.   The gods, too, were not immune to the passage of time. Their names, once spoken with reverence, faded into myths and legends. New religions arose, worshipping new deities—some born from the remnants of the old, others forged entirely from the imaginations of the faithful. Yet, this cycle of belief persisted: the rise and fall of gods, the ebb and flow of faith, an endless procession of divine ascension and abandonment.