Long before our time, the Primordial Void existed. Phiromidu Vosha, the seas of desolate chaos and darkness shroud the world, with no signs of stopping. That is until the Almighty Arrania was born. All light starts to spread across the chaotic darkness of space, pushing them away. And with it comes many creations. Planetary systems, stars, galaxies, nebulae, and, finally, life — his most priceless creation. He brought life to Usgangso's soil, watched it flourish, and showered them with love and kindness. Upon the day the world learned to write, Arrania rained down the tears He shed, then out bloomed the first spring and the first seed to be planted. From there, Arrania’s children grew for generations, becoming philosophers for those with wealth and becoming hard working denizens for the societies they thrived on the soil nurtured by Arrania. Arrania wishes to stay and live His life in immortality until the end of time. But the end of time would approach him earlier than He wished for. Thus the dark age of the Primordial Universe would begin.

Illius, when the god Arrania began to wane, indicating his demise and the universe's end. Knowing that His time was limited and that He would soon pass away with His greatest works, He had selected a number of people from Usgangso's civilizations over a long period of time. Eleven Messengers of Arrania, or Ethurhs, would try to get their kind ready for the impending end of not just themselves but the entire world from the start of the Bronze Age until the Holy Empire of Old Craxil. From Ethurh Eqrat Syupherol, the linguist who created the Tongue of Arrania, to Ethurh Galelakhtū Oxyirdeni, the Blind One. However, despite their best efforts, they were unable to reach their own tribes and societies, which were once united but are now divided and blinded by corruption and skepticism. And when He brought His prophets to Him in His last light, everything seemed hopeless to Arrania.

He was proud that His prophets had tried hard to do their assigned task, but His time was up. And after giving a final message to the prophets, He lets out his final breath as the world He created starts to cave in. Catastrophe would strike, and societies would collapse. Collectively, the stars would burst, reducing planets to dust. Everything would start to seep into Arrania's deteriorating body until the prophets were standing against the emptiness that had begun it all. The emptiness won't last long because, eleven years later, a new light has appeared.

Behold, the Multiverse! As many more lights began to burst, the center started to reveal something. It's their God, Arrania, or what's left of Him, shattered and dead. The corpse floats in desolation as it shoots out a blinding light that stretches from the poles of this new bubble, building a barrier for the newborn bubble. As many universes continue their mitotic creations, the prophets descend into the universes closest to their God's corpse. They preach the teaching to the two ancient civilizations of each universe, the rival brutes of Tribnathǒ and the innocent people of Jil, until they pass away and their spirits are rehoused in what are known as the Tablets of Abode. Their fate, however, would be to be engulfed by something evil, old, and hate-filled for Tribnathǒ.

The Jil society had recorded all they had learned from the prophets as a testament to their highest regard for their teachings. They also believed that the Ethurhs were from the cosmos and wanted to give them a new, permanent home for their afterlife. Therefore, the most devoted of them had made wooden tablets during the time of mourning, inscribed their names in the old Eonic Arraniol language, and used a magical ink to draw a mystical talisman. Meanwhile, the bodies of the prophets were arranged in an open coffin in front of tall, pedestal-like stones, under a ceremonial canopy that was crafted and decorated by hand. In the same language, the prophet's names would be inscribed next to the coffin.

Following the creation of the tablets, they placed them atop a tall stone pedestal and started a ceremony to direct the spirits from their bodies to the tablets, which served as their new hospice. Following the completion of the ceremony, the bodies would be interred alongside the tablets that now contain the spirits, and temples and statues honoring the Ethurhs would be constructed to house the tablets. The spirits have now found their home, and the tablets inhabiting their spiritual essence will remain observant and protected by the loyal Jils and their descendants.

For their own selfish reasons, other tribes, on the other hand, seek the divine's power. Coexisting with the Jils, the Tribnathǒ were regarded as the complete opposite of the tribe that came before them. They were just a self-centered society attempting to draw attention to themselves, whereas the Jils were sincere, compassionate, and kind in nature. In order to further their own interests, they would terrorize the Jils who followed the prophets and even try to outright bully the Ethurhs while they were still living. Additionally, the tribe would attempt to create their own ceremony to call their own prophet after learning that the Jils had performed one for the deceased Ethurhs.

A similar tablet would be carved for them, and they would use animal blood and some stolen pieces of the magical ink as their new ink to inscribe the same talisman onto it. At first nothing seemed to happen. But then, calamity would strike upon the tribe. A swarm of enigmatic dark clouds soon slithered into the atmosphere, turning the sky blood red. It slithered away from the tribe after grabbing the tablet. The action would upset the Tribnathǒ, who would question them and swear at the sky. As they loudly protested, lightning and thunder started to form. Earthquakes would begin to rumble the ground, collapsing many structures they have built; rains of blood would pour over the land, and meteors would shower the world. The Tribnathǒ were no longer alive. The Underneath, a new realm formed from the cosmos, was joined to the Multiverse by the dark clouds. Each and every Tribnathǒ was sent into the realm, where they would remain in utter sorrow, bewilderment, and remorse.

But this new realm was not only accepting people such as the Tribnathǒ tribe. Whenever one person died, they would go into the Underneath. This only serves to confirm that there was never a living God, Heaven, or Hell. As years pass, everything is at peace, so the civilization in every universe evolves in different periods, but so have the races that rule over the very planet that they call “home”: the descendants of Jil, who are humans and monsters, and the Tribnathǒ, who now call themselves the Immortals. However, as the Immortals started to move forward with their burned aspirations of rising again and joining the people who lived above, an unanticipated danger might arise that weakens the bond between monsterkind and humanity...

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