Prologue

The world as we know it died 20 years ago. In a sense, it is kept existing, let those who truly understand no the the world is gone, and it could be dying.
Every major superhero died all at once in one-day, and Hell followed with their deaths. It was a very long summer that year, in 1996, when every major super villain decided to rise up at the same time. People called at the bedlam—it was a period of almost constant undressed, Full of people who held the almost unimaginable power, with only the weakest able to stand against him.
In probably, the tide shifted to the people, in some measure of order was restored to the world, but the scars remained. This is a world without its greatest heroes, its greatest powers, in the sense that something was missing could be felt.
No new exactly what was missing. There was something missing in the air, there was there cosmic absence. The stairs still shined overhead, the moon still hung over the earth, but there was something that couldn’t be felt anymore. What was the sense that a vital organ have been removed, or that several limbs had been amputated at once.
Most people simply thought this was an effective losing so many powerful heroes once, but there remainder a very small group of people who thought otherwise. They were sure let’s something more terrible had happened, and they were determined to try and figure out what that could possibly be

Prophecy

“ThehammerwillfallandtherewillbeanawakeningThehammerwillfallandtherewillbeanawakeningThehammerwillfallandtherewillbeanawakening.” It was all he could say.
The General looked on in disgust. “What did he do?”
Mahone showed the General the video feed. “Steeleye, Sergeant Will Davis, attempted to not breathe in the psychedelic toxins pumped into the room. After finally breathing and succumbing to the drugs, he was unconscious for a period of 48 hours, and laid completely still for the entire duration. His eyes would shine in different colors, such as green, red, blue, and orange, but at the end, the light faded completely. Three hours after the light in his eyes was extinguished, he awoke, screaming and violent. No one in the facility was sure if he knew where he was. It took 8 trained soldiers to wrestle him down due to the generic enhancements Godsteel exposure confers. Sedated and restrained, he was awakened and then began to say “Thehammerwillfallandtherewillbeanawakening” repeatedly. He is unresponsive to any kind of stimuli, and we fear he may be lost permanently.”
The General leaned back in his chair. “Thank you, Dr. Mahone. That will be all. Please inform Captain Ron that I need him in my office.”
“Yes sir.” Mahone left the room.
The silence in the room overpowered the General. “There will be an awakening,” he said to break it.
All he could do now was wait, and hope that something happened. He couldn’t risk another loss of funding, and his superiors were growing restless. There were already heroes in the world, so why wait for these to mature?
The General assured everyone that this project would establish the United States’ complete and total dominance in all military matters, both conventional and post-human.
This was the first piece of real intelligence he’d gotten since starting the project, and he had to make sure he didn’t blow it.
The dusty books on his desk cracked open. He looked at the page on the Hammer. He didn’t truly know what it meant, but he had hopes that it meant he was closer than ever to achieving his goal.
Now to wait for those worthy enough to wield the true power of Godsteel.z