One Life Too Long

The world is dying. The gods are silent. Magic is but a whispered myth, buried under centuries of war, ignorance, and decay. Once vibrant empires that harnessed the raw power of the world are now crumbling, their ruins lost beneath moss and dust. It has been thousands of years since the last known spell was cast, and most believe magic never truly existed at all. Only charlatans, lunatics, or fanatics speak of its return. But something stirs. At the borders of civilization, in forgotten woods and the blackened hearts of mountains, creatures of myth are seen again. Strange lights dance across the sky. Whispered prayers once thought useless begin to echo back. Magic is waking up. Slowly. Painfully. But before it returns in full, blood will paint the earth. (Low Magic, Gritty Medieval)