The war of the heavens ended as soon as it began.
Even though it brought its own share of grievances, the people of the world still learned how to move forward.
Friends and families perished, nations were destroyed, but the people still pressed on.
It didn't matter what race they were.
Whether they were dragons who hid throughout the entire battle, dwarves who tried their best to support others, or elves who healed the wounded.
Everyone rebuilt together.
But they never forgot the man who gave them this peace.
Arthur Val Arcain… or rather, "God."
The man who now stood beyond the pinnacle of creation.
A figure too radiant for any of them to gaze at.
Yet he was still one of them, even as he lay in bed completely unconscious.
In the territory of the Arcains, a lone figure rested on a massive bed with sixteen people gathered around him.
At the door were four men waiting for their best friend to awaken.
Inside, were the young man's sixteen companions.
