Long, long time ago, in the end of the age of gods, and the demons…
As humans start to rise in power, mastering science and even magic by themselves, slow but sure.
They advance. To have a better civilization. To have better strength to survive in the world that is getting harsher day by day.
The power of astral beings who were used to be revered, sanctified, are decreasing, fading rapidly.
Humans who once always seek first the guidance and help from those unexplainable beings before doing things in their life, when in sadness or joy, when having to face problems…
Already forgot about their might, their grace, their fearfulness.
Humans are progressing themselves. Without the help of of the gods, and maybe demons for some.
The astral beings, who were gleaming in divine or hellish power from the faith of the human being on them, afraid of losing their identity, or their own existence in this vast universe that thinks that it can keep on without the help of them.