Description
All was peaceful on Earth, the Creations lived in perfect harmony. No one fought, stole, or manipulated each other. Hate and corruption were things of the past, and humanity was grateful for their serenity. As generation after generation died, the children forgot what their elders were so fearful of. While the mortals ruled the land, the seas were dark and full of terrors; monstrosities spawned every minute. None of them could compare to the bomb not yet unleashed on the world, her wrath building every second. She was born of fire and light, but the whispers of the Void consumed her. The fiery depth of the underworld were no match for her newfound rage, so the Divine buried her deep in the ocean, hoping to extinguish her flames. It only added fuel to the unchecked, forgotten power accumulating within her. This world must have balance, and the pure have ruled for too long.
The Creation
