Autmenth Universe
Autmenth is a world layered in ages. From gods and monsters to machines and rituals, every story is a fragment of something larger.
Autmenth is not one story, but a living planet.
Its history unfolds across myth, invention, and modern silence. Each age leaves scars, artifacts, and echoes that shape the next. Some tales follow cults and rituals, others gods and heroes, others inventors and wanderers. Together they form a universe of infinite stories.
Every legend you’ve heard has walked Autmenth. Dragons, titans, tricksters, angels, demons — from Greek and Norse gods to creatures whispered in deserts, jungles, and oceans. In some ages, they ruled. In others, they were hunted, caged, or forgotten.
The Three Major Eras
The Old Times — Age of Myth and Magic
Deities, creatures, and mortals coexisted. Mana flowed freely, artifacts brimmed with power, and chimeras roamed the land. Great wars, betrayals, and covenants forged the first foundations of Autmenth.
The Steampunk Age — Age of Iron and Invention
Humanity rose, slaying or enslaving creatures, and fused relics with machinery. This was a strange civilization of gears and mana, ambition and obsession, progress at any cost.
The Present — The Silent Era
A world much like our own, stripped of open myth. Yet relics remain: cursed objects, forbidden rituals, and beings that refuse to fade. Last Seen unfolds here — a human story in the shadow of cosmic echoes.
Autmenth is not bound to one culture or one pantheon.
Every myth whispered, every god prayed to, every creature carved into legend — they all lived here.
In the Old Times, dragons, angels, titans, tricksters, and gods of every faith walked the same earth as mortals. Some ruled openly, others lingered in shadows, each shaping the destiny of their age.
In the Steampunk Age, many were hunted or stripped of power, their remains turned into engines, idols, and artifacts. Faith became a technology, and devotion a tool for progress.
In the Silent Era, they survive as fragments — holy texts, symbols, cults, relics, and whispers. To the world they are myths, but in truth they are scars of something that was once alive.
What humanity calls “religion” or “mythology” is only memory — the distorted echo of Autmenth’s reality.