Map Name: Atlantea_WP Title: Atlantea Annihilation Survivor List: The Ones Who Survived…
ISBLA: “In the beginning... there was only the void. A boundless, devouring blackness, an endless abyss where even time itself dared not venture. But then, from the very heart of this darkness, there burst forth a light—searing, pure, and all-powerful. It tore the void asunder, unleashing the boundless cosmos in a violent, glorious explosion. Billions of galaxies, trillions of planets, each teeming with life, each brimming with potential. But all were destined for one inevitable fate—Annihilation.
Every existence, every reality, multiplied by endless possibilities, layered atop one another, trembling at frequencies just out of sync. Civilizations rose, conquered, and crumbled into dust, only to rise again across the countless Earths in an infinity of universes. Reality itself became a battlefield, an ever-evolving struggle for survival. And then, at last, the age of heroes was born…
Upon the horizon creeps the ultimate doom, once held at bay by the mightiest champions of each realm. Those who defied the darkness, who stood against the tide. These heroes were summoned together just in time; by a force known by many names—a Harbinger to some, a Pariah to others. But we know him as Zakariah— The One Who Wanders.
Final Excerpt from Zakariah's Journal
I have seen the darkest (k)nights fall and men of iron and steel burn. I have witnessed the strongest wills break, and the bravest hearts shatter. This was my punishment, my penance for maintaining the order. They believed it would stop me, bind me, break me. Perhaps, in the end, they were right. I survived not for myself, but for all of you until survival was no longer an option.
Within these scattered pages contain the secrets and the true power of the obelisks. They are scattered across worlds, hidden from those whom seek to misuse them. No single entity, not even one of the Forgotten, can wield them to reshape history; not now. Not even me. I ensured that.
If you have gathered all the pages; you hold in your hands the culmination of my life’s work—and my deepest regret. The knowledge contained within these pages is immense, capable of unraveling the fabric of the very dimension we all call home at its’ core.
I can only hope whomever finds them, to whatever tribe gathered them all, I pray.. you are stronger than I was. For this power, if left unchecked, will bring nothing but ruin. I have done all I can to protect the balance. Now, as I face the end, broken and forgotten, I leave this final task to you.
Survive…
Maybe you will succeed where I failed.
—Zakariah; The One Who Wanders #17