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The plot of the game NevSR: The Elder Gods, creators of old, World-shapers, masters of light's bright gleam, Great victories won, their stories told, Left legacies, a whispered dream. Before they left, a contest they made, Of wondrous phantoms, a strange display, To guard the world, a mighty parade, Protecting it from harm's cruel sway. Who proved themselves in that fierce fight, Were named Proto-Gods, strong and bold, Given dominion, a wondrous sight, To watch the worlds, stories untold. But from the depths, a kingdom of night, The Zakhulathie tribe arose, Whose lives were strife, deception, and blight, In bloody conflict, their darkness shows. Upon our world, they did encroach, But a barrier stood, the Elders' might, A wall they couldn't circumvent, approach, Beyond the worlds, they couldn't take flight. Then they resolved to break the code, That held creation fast and firm, To solve the ancient mystery bestowed, And into our world, their malice to confirm. Our world stands firm on wondrous might, Where Power's Points intersect and gleam, A Power Point, like granite, stands bright, Recorded in history's ancient stream. The phantoms guard those sacred sites, Proto-Gods stand watch and wait, Three-dimensional worlds, their guiding lights, Like threads to wondrous fate. Who seizes the Power Point's control, Can alter the Universe's code, And first to know this, claimed their soul, The Zakhulathie's dark abode. They started to warp the cosmic code, Our world began to change with dread, The Riders came, a fearsome load, Bringing destruction, spreading dead. The Proto-Gods, they bravely stood, Against the Zakhulathie's might, But couldn't reclaim the code's good, And evil's blood flows ever bright. But in Mother Russia's fertile land, Where Nev'yansk holds secrets deep, A group of scientists, close at hand, Found the Rift, while the world did sleep. The Singular Rift, they say, By Zakhulathie was made. And to it, the approach and the way, Near Nev'yansk, a key was laid. To fight off the Points of Power's sway, And mend the Universe's code, A secret department, they say, Was formed, to vanquish the foe's abode. NevSR, they called it, one and all, Their righteous work they pursue. Hope shines bright, stands strong and tall, Thanks to the wise, for me and for plot of the game NevSR The Elder Gods, creators of old, World-shapers, masters of light's bright gleam, Great victories won, their stories told, Left legacies, a whispered dream. Before they left, a contest they made, Of wondrous phantoms, a strange display, To guard the world, a mighty parade, Protecting it from harm's cruel sway. Who proved themselves in that fierce fight, Were named Proto-Gods, strong and bold, Given dominion, a wondrous sight, To watch the worlds, stories untold. But from the depths, a kingdom of night, The Zakhulathie tribe arose, Whose lives were strife, deception, and blight, In bloody conflict, their darkness shows. Upon our world, they did encroach, But a barrier stood, the Elders' might, A wall they couldn't circumvent, approach, Beyond the worlds, they couldn't take flight. Then they resolved to break the code, That held creation fast and firm, To solve the ancient mystery bestowed, And into our world, their malice to confirm. Our world stands firm on wondrous might, Where Power's Points intersect and gleam, A Power Point, like granite, stands bright, Recorded in history's ancient stream. The phantoms guard those sacred sites, Proto-Gods stand watch and wait, Three-dimensional worlds, their guiding lights, Like threads to wondrous fate. Who seizes the Power Point's control, Can alter the Universe's code, And first to know this, claimed their soul, The Zakhulathie's dark abode. They started to warp the cosmic code, Our world began to change with dread, The Riders came, a fearsome load, Bringing destruction, spreading dead. The Proto-Gods, they bravely stood, Against the Zakhulathie's might, But couldn't reclaim the code's good, And evil's blood flows ever bright. But in Mother Russia's fertile land, Where Nev'yansk holds secrets deep, A group of scientists, close at hand, Found the Rift, while the world did sleep. The Singular Rift, they say, By Zakhulathie was made. And to it, the approach and the way, Near Nev'yansk, a key was laid. To fight off the Points of Power's sway, And mend the Universe's code, A secret department, they say, Was formed, to vanquish the foe's abode. NevSR, they called it, one and all, Their righteous work they pursue. Hope shines brigh
