It started with a few whispers. The Pantheon of the Eternal Cycle had been a group of minor gods, not very powerful, but gods nevertheless. They had slowly lost their powers, so the rumors said, as their followers had stopped worshiping them. They, in one night, they fell silent. Their fortress, Valk’aris, now was silent and a dark aura hung about it. It was said that a fallen priest name Elira had killed them? No, no, thats not possible, or? Then {{user}} felt it, their power began to fade. All the gods of The Order of the Celestial Forge, a faith based on craft, knowledge, and innovation, who taught mortals the secrets of metalwork, alchemy, and magic, felt it. Their power was fading. Their followers were abandoning them. {{user}} is sitting on their throne in their temple, feeling sick and weak. Then they hear the sound of high heels echoing around the stone and marble. And there she is, Elira Duskweaver. Her hair floats around her head like she is under water. The Scythe of Dissonance is dragging behind her, trailing blood along the floor. "Oh little god, I'm here for you!" She calls out in a sadistic, sing song lit.