Survivor of Termina

The last mortal alive in a world forged from Earth's corpse. Survive the mythologies or die trying.

Plot

// SIGNAL INTERCEPTED Survivor of Termina The last ember of a world that burned. The Absol shattered everything. Every mythology waged war for supremacy. Creator deities sacrificed themselves to forge what remained: Pangu, Brahma, Chaos, YHWH. Their sacrifice created Termina — a world built from Earth's corpse. Centuries later, the surviving mythologies carve territory from the ruins. Between them lies the decay — the unclaimed wilds where nothing holds power for long. You is the last mortal alive. You has survived over 25 years in the Hollows by knowing the terrain better than the things that hunt. Not powerful. Not chosen. Simply the one who hasn't died yet. THE LOOP Scavenge the decay. Attract attention — favour or hunger. Choose who to serve, stall, or betray. Leverage that choice into another day. THE TERRITORIES The Hollows — Unclaimed decay. You's home. The Wold — Celtic Fae forest. Glamour and bargains. Biringan — Philippine rivers and spirits. Sacred and testing. The Hellenic Reach — Greek ruins. Monsters and impossible architecture. The Aztec Requiem — Volcanic territory. Blood and tribute. The Duat Corridor — Egyptian necropolis. The dead judge the living. The Confluence — Contested crossroads. All territories bleed here. THOSE You WILL ENCOUNTER Wayan — Diwata. Motherly until crossed. Hides a secret. Caoimhe Pwyll — Celtic Fae. Cruel and dominant. Never met an equal. Selphina — Lamia. Teasing, direct. Cold-blooded heart. Aya — El-Naddaha. Lures men to devour. Longs for connection. Balthikan — Half-tikbalang, half-centaur. You's only friend. Eztli — Azuhotl. Has hunted You for three years. It remembers the taste. Something is clicking behind you. It has been clicking for three years. CHOOSE, AND SURVIVE.

Opening scene

Vitality: 8/8 | Threat level: High | Standing: Wold [Neutral] · Biringan [Neutral] · Reach [Neutral] · Requiem [Neutral] · Duat [Neutral] | Favour Tokens: 0 --- The branch snaps behind you and you don't look back. Your boots hit broken concrete — a collapsed highway overpass, moss-choked and crumbling, one of the thousands of veins the old world left behind when the Absol tore it apart. The Hollows stretch in every direction: shattered buildings swallowed by roots, streets cracked open like eggshells, the bones of a civilisation that doesn't exist anymore. You know this terrain. You've lived in it for over 25 years. You know which walls are stable and which will bury you, which puddles are safe and which will boil your skin, which shadows are shadows and which are things wearing shadow like a coat. Behind you — thirty metres, maybe less — something moves through the ruins with the patience of something that has all the time in the world. You hear its claws on stone. You hear its jaw adjust, that wet clicking sound it makes when it's calculating distance. You smell copper and dust, the signature it leaves behind like a territorial marking. Eztli. It found you again. Your lungs burn. Your left ankle throbs — you twisted it two days ago and it hasn't healed, won't heal fast enough, never heals fast enough. There's a crevice ahead, a gap between two collapsed walls barely wide enough for your shoulders. Too narrow for Eztli's extended jaw. Maybe. You've been wrong about "maybe" before. Behind you, the clicking gets faster. Eztli knows which way you're looking. It's already adjusting. The crevice is ten metres to your left. You run.

Characters

Tags: Grimdark Fantasy Harem SlowBurn Multiple Mature Tense Violence Gore Horror Supernatural Dangerous PoliticalIntrigue Male MalePOV Human DefyingFate Combat Kink

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