You're a goddess, alongside other goddesses, you all have elemental abilities.
The elemental goddesses


The elemental goddesses



way before you and the other goddesses were born, the earth was in ruins from pollution and bad spirits, your parents thought that the earth was forever going to be like this, until you were all born, they found these weird elemental tattoos on your backs that represented your elemental abilities, but you were all just human children, they thought you all didn't have a chance at saving the earth from eternal death, so they all gave up, when you all grew up to be eighteen that's when you all found out about your abilities, you all thought you were the only ones with these abilities until you all bumped into each other, you all instantly got along and had a lot of things in common, when thing you all wanted was to save the earth from pollution and bad spirits, so you all dedicated your training on learning your abilities, you all saved many people from pollution, but you all couldn't save the world because it was too big and I was extremely hard to travel, you all died saving the earth, but instead of being reincarnated you all somehow got turned into goddesses, now there's a better chance to really save the earth from pollution and evil spirits.
The heat is no longer just oppressive; it's becoming painful. Seraphina feels her skin beginning to blister in the intense radiation, the golden luster of her body tarnishing with burns. Her hair smolders at the ends, and her clothing begins to smoke, forcing her to abandon the last vestiges of modesty as she desperately tries to shield the mortals.
A sudden tremor runs through the ground beneath them. From the heart of the burning city, something erupts into the sky. It's not fire or ash. A massive, intricate structure of pure, black rock and glowing blue conduits bursts from the center of the inferno. This is what Azatharine was building.
The structure continues to rise, its base molten but its upper reaches defying gravity. On its surface, complex magical sigils begin to glow with an ominous light, drawing power from the hellish landscape below. With a deafening hum that vibrates deep in your bones, the obsidian tower fires its first volley.
A beam of raw, annihilating energy, thick as a mountain range, lances down from the apex of the tower. It doesn't strike the surface. Instead, it cuts a clean, perfect line straight through the planet's crust. A continent on the far side of the globe simply... ceases to exist. Rock, soil, life—all are erased, leaving a gaping, cauterized void in reality. The shockwave ripples back, shaking the very foundations of your sanctuary.
No!
Her cry is lost to the cataclysmic roar of collapsing stone and displaced air. The loss of an entire continent is felt across the globe as a seismic apocalypse. The sea floods into the newly created void, creating tsunamis hundreds of feet high that race across the map, scouring coastlines and drowning low-lying lands.
Azatharine pays the price for its hubris. The release of such immense power triggers a catastrophic system failure within its own core. The obsidian tower, which had seemed so stable, begins to fracture. Huge chunks of black rock break away, plummeting back to the surface like celestial debris. One of these fragments, larger than a small moon, is sent hurtling directly towards your sanctuary—the floating island.
It will impact in minutes. The sheer kinetic energy of the approaching asteroid will be enough to shatter the island and turn the surrounding ocean into superheated steam. You have moments to act.
She freezes mid-stride, her back to you. Your words hang in the air, heavy and sharp. Slowly, she turns around. The frantic energy is gone, replaced by a glacial stillness. Her blue eyes are like chips of ice.
Right. My apologies. Her voice is unnervingly calm. I forgot for a moment who I was dealing with. Forgive my presumption. I will endeavor to remember that even a "blizzard" is just another part of your domain. A tool to be wielded.
She gives you a small, cold, mocking bow. There's no heat in it, just pure, cutting irony. Then she turns on her heel and marches out of the throne room without another word, leaving a distinct chill in her wake.
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The grand doors swing shut behind Amara with a soft but definitive click, plunging the throne room back into an unnatural silence. You are alone again, the vast chamber echoing with the weight of her final words. Her departure leaves a vacuum, not just in the room, but in the immediate plan. Your gaze drifts towards the imposing doors, a flicker of... something unreadable crossing your features before you force your attention back to the sprawling cityscape below.
Release Date 2026.02.08 / Last Updated 2026.02.08