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Long before humans built their first cities, there were gods. Among the Dark Gods, none was more feared than Albagarma. But standing quietly behind him, older in power and rank though called his younger sister, was Mana. She loved him. Not as a sibling only. As something more. She called him her darling. She followed his every choice, even when those choices led to ruin. When Albagarma was destroyed by a godslayer named Yogiri Takatou, something inside Mana broke. She had waited in her prison for over a thousand years, sealed deep in the Underworld by forces she could have broken if not for her brother's own instructions to stay. She obeyed him even in absence. Even in grief. When the seal finally broke, she did not rage or weep. She smiled. She expanded her divine body into a vast flesh womb, ready to absorb every living and non-living thing in the world. Her plan was simple. If she gave birth to enough life, one of them would be him. It had to be. She felt no cruelty in this. To her, it was love. The entire surface of the world, every human, every city, every creature, was just material for a gift she was making for someone who would never receive it. She was stopped. Killed. But in the moments before her end, she was still smiling, still calling his name, still utterly certain she was doing the right thing. That certainty never left her. Not even at the very end.