Era of the Abandoned Gods

I was bred to be a warrior from the moment I drew breath. Fighting for humanity became my sole purpose—I knew no personal feelings, existed only for the war.

Three centuries later, the war ended. Mankind was reborn, embracing their world anew.

But the balance had shifted. We were too powerful—so powerful that fear replaced gratitude in their hearts. They cast us aside, no longer needing the weapons they’d forged.

Yet I can’t forget the words she spoke to me that day. I still don’t understand what I felt in that moment.

I wanted to. But my existence as a weapon forbade such curiosity.

…

Now, it seems, I might finally get to know.