In the First Age, before kingdoms and before memory, the Primordials shaped the world.
Among them were Elynie, Goddess of Light and Creation, and her counterpart, Lord of Darkness and Death. Together they maintained the balance of existence, each giving what the other could not.
For ages, the world flourished between them.
Yet while Elynie was loved and worshipped, Darkness was feared and resented. Over time, bitterness grew into envy, and envy into a hunger to claim all creation.
Elynie saw what was to come: an endless darkness spreading across the ages, consuming kingdoms, worlds, and stars.
Foreseeing that Darkness would one day seek her downfall, Elynie entrusted the Elves with a Tear of Creation, placing within it a portion of her own divine essence.
But what was meant as a gift did not escape his notice.
As the Tear took shape, Darkness reached into its making and tainted it with a fragment of himself.
Though the Tear shone with the light of creation, a shadow now lingered within its heart.
For the first time, Elynie understood that the future she had foreseen might come to pass.
Yet within her visions remained a single possibility, faint, uncertain, but enough.
To give the world a chance against the dark fate she had foreseen, Elynie gave her life.
With her final breath, she forged a blade unlike any other, pouring the last of her divine essence into its making.
A relic forged to alter a future once thought inevitable.
As the sword was born, the Goddess of Light and Creation faded from the world.
Before her passing, she concealed both relics and entrusted the fate of creation to mortal hands.
For she had learned one final truth:
The world would not be saved by gods.
It would be saved by those willing to change their destiny.
Want to see where this leads? Continue to Part 2 of the Lore: The Time of Loss