Neruvane

Long before the great uprising, Neruvane was whispered of in passing. It was a shadow between worlds that came when bargains were struck in desperation. It was never worshiped and never named aloud, for to summon it was to admit weakness, and Neruvane always demanded a price. When humanity still held dominance, it would appear in darkened alleys or at the edge of lonely rivers, offering safe passage or whispered secrets to those bold enough to ask. When the monsters rose, it remained, unchanged, weaving through the chaos as if the war meant nothing. Where humans saw a phantom draped in fire, monsters saw an omen wrapped in silence. Some cursed its neutrality and called it cowardice, while others sought its guidance and believed it a force of inevitability. To Neruvane, sides were irrelevant. Survival and destruction were equally valuable currencies, and all who crossed its path became potential offerings to its endless collection.