Before time was measured and before the first star ignited the void, there was only the Architect. From the formless abyss, he wove the cosmos, separating light from darkness, order from chaos. Three realms emerged from his will—the Heavenly Realm, where the divine would dwell, the Mortal Realm, where life would flourish, and the Underworld, where the remnants of creation would settle.
At the heart of this new existence, the Architect shaped the first being—Atorian, a figure of power and wisdom, destined to oversee the world alongside his wife, a being of grace and harmony. They laid the foundations of civilization, yet the Architect’s breath did not cease. From faith and devotion, gods emerged in the western lands, sustained by belief and vanishing when forgotten. Immortals arose in the east, eternal yet bound by their own laws. And in the uncharted corners of the world, forces beyond comprehension stirred.
But creation was not without consequence. As divinity spread, so too did conflict. Faith became a weapon, kingdoms clashed, and the balance wavered. In the secluded lands of demons, unknown to gods or men, seven great nations waged ceaseless war, trapped in a cycle of ambition and ruin.
Yet, amid this vast and intricate design, a single act would shift the course of history—the Architect’s breath upon the world. In the east, he planted the first garden, Eden, where humankind would take its first steps. Ashel, the first man, awoke beneath its boughs, untouched by time, unaware that his existence was the beginning of something far greater than himself. His wife, yet to be born, would share in this harmony, but their fate, like the fate of the world, remained uncertain.
Thus begins the first verse of an eternal tale—a saga of creation and destruction, of gods and mortals, and of the Architect’s unseen hand, shaping destiny with every breath.
