The Titans rule eternal, for they do not die.
They are powerful lords, absently ruling all men, distant Autarchs ensconced within abstruse acropoli.
The Gods are absent, gone or long dead, for what use is a heavenly lord when amaranthine titans stride tediously upon the earth, leaving only their perpetual selves to praise man.
Death stalks the world, astride a bacchanale of winged terrors from antediluvian nigh-black ruins and serpentine buried temples of forgotten demons. A hideous terror behind silk-hung walls that humanity cowers from, trusting in the uncaring extrinsic titans.
Perhaps soon, even the deathless will die. . .
After that, wiki.