The sky had turned crimson, the air thick with smoke as the city burned. On the ground, the rebellion was spreading-silent, unstoppable.

Aria stood at the forefront, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly fire. The world had called them heretics, but they were something more. They were chosen. And this wasn't just a fight for freedom.

It was a battle for divinity itself.

As the gods watched from their thrones above, Aria knew one thing for certain: This insurgency was far from over.