It is said that before our world, before our universe,
there was only one being.
The Master. The Creator.
No one truly knew what he was.
A formless shadow, without voice or shape, bearing an immense power—
one that intertwined creation… and destruction.
I like to believe he must have felt terribly alone in that void.
But why did he wish to fill it… with us?
Thus, he created the first universe:
a sun, a moon,
and two planets.
Celestia — the world of the Y'onn, children of Creation.
Maidenor — the world of the Titans, born of Destruction.
For centuries, the two coexisted.
Until the inevitable came to pass.
As I often say: all stories of balance are destined to crack.
The first war erupted.
The Titans, led by Morté, sought to claim all of Destruction for themselves.
The Y'onn, in turn, sacrificed themselves to protect what remained of Creation.
Fate shifted when Morté tore half of the Master's power from him.
Before fading away and becoming nothing more than a legend,
the Master entrusted Creation to the last three Y'onn:
Arley, Vaelith, and Erydor.
Together, they succeeded in sealing Morté away,
plunging the Titan of Destruction into an eternal slumber.
And in the void left behind by that battle,
the Daughter of Memory was born.
Guardian of the Master's legacy,
she shaped our universe and our solar system.
Then, she chose six souls worthy of bearing that inheritance:
the Eygis.
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And somewhere within me, this story is engraved.
In my heart.
In my soul.
This is the tale of what they left behind.
For the universe.