The World Tree Calls - Part 3: The Grave Beneath the World Tree

After countless ages of descending through the withered World Tree, the sacred spirit finally reached the roots. Yet the journey had been too long. Its memories had faded, and even the reason it came here was no longer clear. Standing before the ancient roots, it could only ask itself: Who am I? Why am I here? Where did I come from, and where should I go?

Beneath the roots lay a terrifying darkness, like a giant black hole that wished to swallow all things. The spirit had only glanced at it once before being pulled straight inside.

When it awoke, it found itself in a frozen, lightless realm. The beings there told it that this place was called the Burial Ground of Gods — a graveyard where countless divine beings had fallen. Some gods were still barely breathing, while others had long since shattered, their remains scattered across the darkness.

The black hole had swallowed most of the spirit’s power and memories. It no longer knew its name, its origin, or its mission. Yet deep within its heart, a faint light still remained.

With endless questions in its soul, the spirit took its first step forward.

It had to find a way out.