Solfea.
A week had passed since the fall of the Titans and the descent of the Goddess from the heavens.
It should have marked the beginning of salvation, yet… it ushered in ruin.
From the moment she set foot upon the world, the skies themselves seemed to fracture.
Alongside her arrival came the opening of rifts—jagged tears in reality through which legions of demons poured forth without end. The land beneath them withered almost instantly, tainted by an overwhelming surge of demonic mana.
Forests blackened, rivers turned viscous and foul, and entire regions collapsed into warped reflections of the Demon Realm. In mere days, nearly a quarter of the world had been rendered uninhabitable for humans—a blighted expanse where only demons and their followers could thrive.
No one had expected this.
