It's been decades since the first wave of catastrophes struck the world.

Sterility. Pestilence. Decay.

Each succeding disaster had fed an apocalypse that was slowly consuming the realm.

Now as the lands are recovering their once fertile vigor, and as humanity takes its first steps outside of the muck;

An otherworldly disease invades, slowly wiping out the surviving Mystics.

Along with this, the arrival of strange men at the shores of the new world and the rise of titanic elemental creatures have tipped the world into chaos.

With the roots of its people on the brink of annihilation, the remaining seeds of their civilizations must fight for survival as their memory is wiped out by their disappearance.

Can the orphaned generations escape the onslaught of threats?

Can they restore the lost vitality of the realm to its former glory?

Will heroes be forged in the tumultuous fires of the coming war, and can they birth a better future from the ashes?

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What to expect:

A slow progression of the magic system.

Native American-inspired leads.

Author note:

Please leave any feedback by rating or commenting, so I can improve as a writer. I'm a very amateur writer. I'm learning as I go.

Due to the story still being a work in progress, any future revisions could result in changes to characters, plots, and overall nomenclature.