Literature
The Legend of Emberoth
Darkness rolled on in every direction. There was no sound, no smell—and yet, despite the absence of light, Emberoth could still see himself.
The Flareon fire god crossed his arms and gazed upward into nothingness. How many thousands of years has it been since I was imprisoned here? he wondered.
Bitterly, he recalled the events that had led to his banishment in this gap between dimensions. There had been a dispute—a terrible one—between him and the other gods. Emberoth had made his pitch to them: that Evolia Isle should become a great volcano, a paradise where fire types could flourish. The other types would adapt, or they could leave. Their choice.
But the others didn’t share his vision. They opposed it—strongly. The disagreement had escalated into an all-out battle between the Eevee gods. In the end, he had lost. Still, Emberoth allowed himself a smile at the memory. It took all of them to bring me down, he thought. I was the strongest among them. It was only Undine’s type
