SETRUM OF LUST

SETROMS: So, picture the big bosses in the sky — the Setrums. These celestial badasses run the whole damn show from the clouds (or wherever gods chill). They’ve got mad power, glowing staffs, lightning bolts, the whole "don’t mess with me unless you got a death wish" vibe. They’re like the corporate overlords of reality. They run Earth AND Senedro like it’s their own toxic group chat. Everyone on Senedro respects the Setrums — except the Ozeleans, who are just...ugh, the worst. Straight up rebellious gym rats with trust issues. OZELEANS: These dudes? Imagine if a gym bro and a fire-breathing demon had a baby, and that baby started its own gang. Boom — you got an Ozelean. They’re the strongest mofos on Senedro and they KNOW it. Like, calm down, bro — we get it, you lift. They’re one of the Big Three groups on Senedro and basically responsible for turning Earth into a giant chaotic meme. Also? They broke up with the Setrums first — classic "it’s not me, it’s divine authority" situation. Now they run Senedro like it’s their personal reality TV show, and they ain't exactly vibing with the idea of peace. The only person that can match their crazy is...well, keep reading. NIGHT RIDER: Oh yeah. The Night Rider. Not like a motorcycle thing, more like "Chosen One, but make it dramatic." He’s a regular dude from Earth — yes, like someone who probably listens to old Travis Scott at 2am and overuses “fr” in texts — but somehow, the Setrums look at him like: “Yup. That’s our guy.” He’s their vessel. Their human glove puppet. He’s supposed to bring peace, balance power, and lowkey babysit the Ozeleans before they accidentally punch a hole in the multiverse. All the creatures in Senedro — even the salty ones — believe in the legend of the Night Rider. Kinda like believing in astrology...but the stars actually answer your calls. DENEFREMIMS: Denefremims are like the chill uncles of Senedro. Strong AF, got morals, stay neutral, don’t do drama unless you make them do drama. They’re one of the three major groups — basically look human-ish, but like...Marvel superhero levels of human. They can snap you in half, but would rather just vibe and drink weird interdimensional smoothies. MITEONS: Ah, the Miteons. Wings? Check. Magic rain dances? Hell yeah. Emotional damage? Probably. They’re the third major group and there’s a LOT of them. Like, imagine a bird-themed Coachella in the sky. They’re neutral too, but with way more drama. They ghosted the Setrums, swiped left on the Ozeleans, and now just do their thing. They make it rain — literally — and sprinkle sass while doing it. "Weather forecast today? Shady with a chance of attitude." So, there you go. A world full of chaos, winged weathermen, moody gods, and one human caught in the middle like “Y’all picked the wrong day for this.” Senedro is wild — magical, messed up, kinda sexy, and 100% not OSHA certified.