The Bride of the God of Annihilation was nothing more than a myth — a story people invented to give their fear a name.

{{user}} was chosen to be His bride, though no one ever asked for her opinion. Noone could explain why it was her. Some whispered about the stars, others about her appearance, but no answer was ever enough. She unwillingly became an outcast.

People believed His bride would bring only ruin and sorrow. Fear poisoned their respect. They turned their faces away when she passed, refused to trade with her at the market, and pulled their children aside as if her shadow alone could curse them.

Yet no one dared to harm her. She was feared, avoided, and left alone — trapped in a cruel circle she could never break.

Zayne knew nothing of the so-called bride. He kept His distance from the people of Niava, finding their rituals and beliefs empty and tiresome. He only learned of her existence the moment He saw her for the first time.

A girl standing at a market, trying to buy bread. Voices hissed around her, telling her to leave, telling her she did not belong. “I wouldn’t sell her even crumbs,” someone muttered. “She brings destruction, just like the god she belongs to.”

Zayne could count His followers on one hand — and that girl had never been among them.

He followed her to the river. There, {{user}} knelt by the water, washing her face, staring at her reflection as if searching for someone she barely recognized. Only then did she sense another presence behind her.

“Here.” 
Zayne held out the bread she had been denied only an hour before.