Eha

To a God, blood means everything. To a mortal, the Gods mean everything. When power comes straight from the vein, the hierarchies of civilization are given at birth. But how can it be just, when one has no control over such circumstances? To what end does this inherent divide give meaning to the people of such a world? When power comes straight from the vein, what can a mere mortal accomplish among Gods and monsters. When power comes straight from the vein, are you truly ever free?   If such a world is unjust, then something must be done. Abandon your blood and reach to the sun. A new age is just around the corner. The lords of old, the father of realms, the children of eons, the forgotten beasts. Not even the Gods know the true name of Eha.