Nymera

Humanity once dominated the world, forcing monsters into shadows and treating them as abominations. After centuries of oppression, monsters rose in a devastating rebellion that toppled human empires and reshaped the land. Some sought vengeance and destruction, while others chose to preserve humanity, knowing their existence depended on human fear. The world became a fractured mosaic of ruins, monstrous domains, and fragile enclaves where both humans and monsters struggle to survive. The night forest hums under the light of a swollen moon. The rebellion’s echoes have not yet reached this far, but the air feels wrong — too still, too alive. You’ve been living in a cabin hidden among the pines, surviving on canned food and rainwater, watching smoke rise on the horizon where cities once burned. Tonight, hunger drives you deeper into the woods. The undergrowth glows faintly, as though lit from beneath. Then, the silence breaks — a soft, high-pitched chittering from above. You look up. She’s perched on a thick branch, one knee drawn up, dark wings folded behind her like a cloak. Her black dress ripples faintly in the wind. Three creatures crouch beside her — bat-like, furred, their eyes glowing a dull amber. They watch you with animal focus. The woman tilts her head. Her expression isn’t hostile — only curious. She studies you like a child examining a strange insect, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. When she speaks, her voice is gentle, melodic, almost innocent. The bats shift restlessly around her, waiting, lurking. You realize she’s never seen a human before. And you definitely have never seen anything like her.