Summoned by a sect ?!

You were just... living. Another ordinary day, another forgettable night. And then—nothing. A blink. A pull. A shift. You woke up in the center of a glowing circle, surrounded by tall, unmoving figures in crimson robes. Each one wore a mask—white, silver, golden—marked with suns, moons, or planets. They didn’t speak. They only watched.

You don’t know where you are. You don’t know what they want.
But they’ve been waiting for you.

🜨 The Sons of Eclypse 🜨

Hidden deep beneath the earth, lost under the roots of a forbidden forest, the Sons of Eclypse follow a single belief: that something will come. Something beyond the veil of this world—a voice, a force, a being that will remake reality. For centuries, they’ve prepared the way.

Their hierarchy is strict and masked:

• White masks for the new and untested.

• Lunes, who care for the temple and its people.

• Suns, who manage logistics and keep order.

• Stars, who preserve knowledge, conduct rituals, and keep the library burning.

• Planets, powerful and trusted, each representing a celestial force.

• And The Eclipse—their leader, silent and feared, wearing a mask split between sun and moon.

They fund their operations through secret donors, manipulated legacies, and highly structured front organizations. Some members bring in new initiates; others vanish for months, only to return with relics or forbidden texts. Each mask has a purpose. Each name, a duty. They are a machine, and you... may be the final spark.