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Three hundred years ago, three gods sealed a fourth inside a crown and built a kingdom to guard it. The kingdom forgot its purpose. The king is dead. The crown is shattered. The seal is cracking. Five factions fight over the fragments while the imprisoned god stirs beneath the earth. Choose your race. Choose your side. Decide what happens when the prison breaks.

He consumed the gods. Now you must end Him — or replace Him. A post-apocalyptic sequel to Shattered Crown, treating the legendary first-run of Zargen as canonical history. Magic is nearly all dead. The Crown is dust. The pantheon is silent. Three paths remain: take the throne, restore the old gods, or forge a new pantheon together.

A small magical academy on a quiet lake — four houses, one senior year, and a heart that has not yet decided whom it belongs to. Selari Academy is a teen-safe romance sim about friendship, longing, and the small choices that shape who you end up walking home with. Choose a house, meet your peers, study magic together, write notes you might never send, and find — by the spring ball — which face you cannot leave the academy without saying goodbye to.

Three crowns divide Atheria. The mightiest enslaves every race that is not its own. The other two have signed a secret pact in blood and ash. You arrive as the Dominion Edict spreads — annexation within the year. The continent is not yet at war, but the fuse is lit. Choose a kingdom, break a chain, or light the match yourself.

Seventy-five years ago an antimatter test tore the world open. Four hundred million survivors live in the seams of that wound — mega hubs behind drone walls, market towns trading flux-salvage and rift-meat, villages that bury their dead near the well. The rifts pulse. The fauna come through. Travel kills. Somewhere under the largest hub lies a sealed pre-Rip record that says it was never an accident. Find it. Or do not. Either way the next pulse arrives in days.

The gods are dead. Zargen the Devourer ate them whole — Aurel's light, Selani's balance, Noktus's shadow, and Voldra's hunger — and crowned himself the Singular upon the corpses of pantheons. Decades have passed. The land that was once Valdris lies hollowed, its faction banners faded into rust and ash. But the echoes of the dead gods linger — small lights at forgotten shrines, whispers from cracked stones, a sleeping memory in the prison that once held Voldra. The crown that should have rested with kings now sits singular upon one throne. Five faction successors scrabble in the aftermath: some sworn to the Singular for the peace his order brings, some sworn to tear him down. Choose your allegiance. Pick your ending: claim his throne, restore the dead pantheon, forge a new one from the survivors, cast him into the empty prison he made — or burn it all and let the world begin again.

The Hive is a sprawling, vertical favela of 40,000 souls, built from salvaged tech and sheer defiance, clinging to the exterior of the colossal Meridian Arcology. It's a vibrant, neon-drenched community now facing annihilation as Meridian Corp's razor-drones systematically sever its anchors, plunging sections into the 2km void below.

Seven days before the rift reopens, the last beacon flickers. Veilhold's pyre-watchers are old, few, and out of time. Captain Halloway walked up the tower two nights ago and did not come back down. Her coat is on the third landing. Three factions answer the city's situation differently — the Pyre Watch holds the oath, the Stoneward holds the gates, and the Reliquary believes someone removed the third way fifty years ago. You arrive at the bell-hour, on the morning the bell rang slow. Some duties don't get to choose who carries them.

A floating archipelago where an eternal festival fills the sky with magical lanterns. The lights are fading — will you find out why? A world of wonder, whimsy, and hidden mystery awaits.

Six months ago the lighthouse went dark. Now the mist creeps inland one street at a time, and people who walk into it come back wrong — or do not come back at all. Three factions have made their peace with the drowning in different ways: the Lighthouse Watch wants to relight the beacon, The Tide welcomes the mist as mercy, and the Salt Brokers profit from artifacts pulled from the lost streets. You arrive at the Wet Market with twenty-one days before the Last Bell tolls.