Centuries passed before their world stabilized. Order reigns, owing its existence to the behemoths that invalidate all dissent. Remaining conflicts simmer slowly on the fringes. Finally, humanity knows peace.

Two fuses are lit.

Near the tropics, a Shaman brews a concoction that promises the upheaval of ruling powers. Slipping away, the solvent falls within grasp of a young man, a servant, with dreams of greater glory—dreams that threaten the foundation of a crippled world.

Aiming for 2000-3000 words per chapter, ignoring the prologue.