A lizard-like creature skittered through the thick undergrowth, its forked tongue flicking in and out as it searched for scraps. Around it, the jungle pulsed with life — the rhythmic chirping of insects, the distant croak of frogs, the soft whisper of leaves dancing in the humid air. Shafts of golden light pierced through the canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting patterns of green and gold.
The creature paused, tongue tasting the air. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Then—
A deafening blast tore through the forest, shredding trees like paper. The ground convulsed, hurling the little creature into the air as the jungle itself screamed.
An atomic-blue laser seared down from the heavens, vaporizing everything it touched. In seconds, the lush green jungle became a smoking wasteland.
From the settling ash, a gigantic foot slammed down, cracking earth and crushing what remained of the jungle floor.
The creature that owned it towered like a moving mountain—its massive frame lined with long, jagged spinal bones jutting like a row of spears. Its head was hidden under thick, bone-plated scales, each looking strong enough to deflect a cannon shot.
For the next few seconds, the colossal beast grumbled — a low, earth-shaking growl that built into a deafening roar. At the center of chaos, it unleashed its fury, and the shattered jungle trembled beneath its wrath.
'And... it wasn't alone.'
Across the horizon, dozens more emerged — some smaller, others towering far beyond the first one. Some Wings blotted out the sun as titans took to the sky, while serpentine beasts slithered through the ruins, their massive bodies covered in thick, glimmering scales. Each unleashed chaos in its own way — roaring, clashing, tearing the world apart, locked in battles that shook the earth itself.
As the titans clashed, their roars shook the very clouds, thunder rolling with every strike. Amid the smoke and fire, their chaos raged...
Until... something caught their attention.
For a moment, the battlefield fell silent. Even the monsters paused.
A flash of atomic light tore across the sky, followed by a blazing streak of fire, slicing through the heavens like a burning comet. Its aura burned brighter than the sun itself, painting the world in white.
The titans momentarily halted, their bone-plated heads tilting upward, sensing the incoming calamity.
Then—
It slammed into the earth like an atomic bomb. The impact tore through the land, unleashing shockwaves that ripped the surface apart. Dust and fire burst skyward, devouring the clouds above. Smaller beasts were flung aside like ants, while even the mighty titans near the crater staggered, their roars drowned beneath the thunder of destruction.
For a minute, the world knew silence. Ash drifted like snow, falling through the haze of ruin. Time itself seemed to hold its breath—
Until gravity turned against its own law.
A blinding surge of violet light erupted from the crater's heart, pure and violent. The earth groaned, stone fracturing like glass. Shards of rock and dust began to rise, floating toward the heavens as if drawn by an unseen hand.
For a fleeting moment, through the haze, a silhouette emerged—human shaped yet unsettling. Cloaked in tattered black, its outline shimmered with a violet glow. In its grasp hung a long, wicked sickle, forged from dark, scaled metal. Its curved blade burned with an unholy purple radiance, staining the sky with its glow.
' what's happening? Who is that?!'
The figure slowly lifted its head. Two eyes ignited beneath the hood, pulsing with violet fire. Hovering above the shattered earth.
It raised the sickle high, then swung with a single, fluid motion. A razor-edged wave of energy ripped outward, Anything it touched—stone, flame, or Titan flesh—simply, erased from existence.
Then, A voice tore, furious, and edged like broken glass, echoing across the ruins.
"These little maggots never learn…" he growled, voice cracking the air like thunder.
"Because of you, I need to come down here, to clean up the filth you've spilled!"
He raised his sickle sideways, a violent surge of purple aura shredding the ground beneath his feet.
"How dare you defy a god!" With a roar, he swung—the slash tearing through the world itself, detonating the land in a colossal eruption that swallowed everything in its path...
Through the violent storm of light and debris, a figure emerged — staggering, wreathed in smoke and flame.
As the haze thinned, his face came into view. Familiar. Too familiar.
The air itself seemed to pause, reality struggling to make sense of it. That voice… that tone… that way of speaking—
"Wait… no way— is that… Joseph?"
He stood among the mangled remains of fallen titans, He wasn't the type to enjoy slaughter—but these monsters had pushed him too far.
"Years… it took them years to shape this world, and in a blink, these worthless beasts shattered it like glass."
He muttered under his breath, eyes still adjusting as the falling ash began to thin. Through the fading veil, a shape emerged—a mountain, or what was left of it.
His gaze hardened. The once-majestic peak that had pierced the sky like a blade now lay broken, cracked, and flattened. What once reached heaven… was now nothing but rubble.
***
The world wasn't always chaos.
Back then, Joseph and the god drifted through a blank void, shaping mountains and oceans like kids playing with clay. Joseph had sculpted that particular mountain with his own hands—though, it didn't exactly go as planned.
"Bro… why does it look like a giant chicken leg?" Joseph asked, scratching his head.
The god tried—really tried—not to laugh, but his shoulders shook anyway.
Joseph groaned. "Well… it was perfect… I guess?"
And that time where joseph hovers in the void, muscles tense as his hands gripping something heavy.
"Careful…" the god warned. "That thing's heavier than it looks."
Joseph just smirked then added. "Bro, I got this. I'm built different." he said while lifting the ginormous moon over his head like the size of a whole mountain.
God floats nearby, watching nervously. With a mighty swing, Joseph hurled it toward its destined orbit—
—only for his sweaty grip to slip.
The moon spun out of control, cartwheeling across the void like a rogue bowling ball. Then—crashed, into a newborn mountain, KABOOM! Cracking in half, then, splitting again, until four separate moons drifted away in random directions.
The god's jaw dropped,, While Joseph, Froze for a moment, eyes widen looking like a cartoon character while his face, glowing by the bright stain of the nuclear explosion. "...Oops."
Their was also time that Joseph used to customize creatures. He slammed clay together, shaped a lizard…
" Alright let's make something majestic" Joseph said, then accidentally stretched its neck way too far.
The god squinted. "That's not majestic… that's a walking noodle."
Joseph spun it around with confidence. "Nah, bro—it's tactical... yea, yeah that's right. It can eat leaves without moving… efficiency."
"Well, if you say so… If that thing's a herbivore, I guess we don't have a problem," the god replied, looking totally amused."
***
Ages rolled by. The world below changed—creatures learning to tame fire, carve stone, and bend mana to their will. To them, these discoveries were sacred… but to the heavens, it was entertainment.
High above, Joseph and the God reclined on their thrones of light, a glowing bucket of cosmic popcorn between them.
"Watch this," God muttered, barely suppressing a grin. He pointed at a tribe that had just celebrated the creation of their first fire pit. With a snap of his finger—shhhht!—a sudden downpour drowned the flames. Making The creatures below scrambled in panic.
Joseph chuckled. "Too easy. My turn."
Joseph leaned closer at the north. He lowered his head in the avast cloud. Then Instantly, storm rumble across the night sky, Then—fwump!— his menacing face slowly emerge at the eye of the storm, then smiled, making the creatures below dropped to their knees and worship.
God burst out laughing, nearly spilling the popcorn.
"You're cruel."
"what? You started it,"
Together, they laughed like trickster kings, bending storms, painting the skies, and tossing around thunder as if it were confetti...
'Until... something happened that changes everything.'
***
The air grew still. The clouds coiled. The world shuddered.
And then—The earth split.
From the shadows of mountains, from the deepest oceans, from caverns sealed since the dawn of time—they emerged.
The Titans.
Colossal forms, draped in storms and fury, walked upon the face of the earth. Each step shattered the land. Their voices were thunder, their wrath fire and stone. Where they passed, civilizations collapsed. Kingdoms crumbled before they could even rise.
Mortals fought back with blades with arrows, with magic. But it was like throwing sparks into a storm. Their screams echoed, their cities fell, and the sky itself seemed to mourn.
Above, Joseph and God watched in silence. No more laughter. No more pranks. Only the grim truth unfolding: the age of Titans had begun.