Void.
Before anything existed, before even nothingness had a name,
a mysterious entity emerged.
An existence bearing the power of creation.
It planted a single sapling—
and from that moment, the World Tree was born.
After a span of time so vast it could no longer be measured,
the World Tree grew, towering high enough to veil a portion
of the eternal void that surrounded it.
Its roots spread deep and wide,
forming countless spheres—
the Lower Realms,
worlds where ordinary life existed,
untouched by miracles, untouched by power.
The trunk of the tree remained hidden from those below.
At its center, the trunk twisted and transformed,
giving birth to a colossal energy core.
Circling this core were three great spheres—
the Midlands.
A realm inhabited by beings granted immense power
drawn directly from the heart of the World Tree—
an energy source that was infinite
and endlessly self-renewing.
Higher still, at the crown of the tree,
lay Starland—
the supreme realm of constellations
and those who worshipped them.
Clusters of radiant spheres surrounded the branches,
each one representing a stellar world.
And the massive sphere at the very peak?
That was the land where the avatar of the entity resided—
for the true body of the creator
had departed long ago.
Yet even as a mere avatar,
its power was enough
to erase every Starland's constellations from existence.
But our story does not begin in those lofty realms.
It begins at the lowest depths of the Lower Realms—
Abyss Land.
A desolate world,
where a single misstep could send one tumbling
straight into the void itself.
Here, survival had only one meaning:
to climb upward,
toward the roots of the World Tree,to the Lower Realm.
Among the countless souls burdened by tragic fates in the Abyss,
there was one—
a being named Elias.
He was the one who had endured the greatest suffering.
Why?
That…
will be revealed in time.