1.1 - NO'ITA || BIRTH

The world started of as the Primordial Void, a vast empty space of nothingness, chaotic and blackness galore. There were no order nor balance in primordia. Time has yet to exist in the Void, yet it exists many entities, gnarly, alien and demonic in nature. Among these entities come with the High Pantheons, who reign over the Blackened Sea and exist in primordia alongside chaos, remain dormant until something interesting happens. But it would not be long until something happened.

At the core, a light shines through the Void, and it pushes them away, giving space for a creation of holiness. Arrania was brought into this world, and He created the Old World. For millenia, Arrania slowly weave and mend matter into existence, creating galaxies, stars and planetary systems. Once the Earth was created he began experimented it. As He brought life to the world, the Void interfered. They sacrificed some of the darkness into the Light to form unholy beasts who will live in the Old World and cause havoc. But Arrania had other plans for them. He mold the earth's surface, changing the landmass overtime, making the beasts difficult to thrive on the everchanging lands and perished. They even set some to invade Arrania's heaven but were banished by His Light. The Void gave up but promised will return one day.

Arrania returns to experimenting the world before giving life to His final creation, humanity and monsterkind. He then stay dormant, watching over His creation evolve independently until His days numbered.

1.2 - DOLARU YA'ECA || OLD WORLD

Over the years long after the creation, hunter gatherers started off in the High Plateau of the Super Continent, nomads wandering the earth, feeding off flesh from exotic animals and gnawing pebbles in the winter. But they must fend themselves from the beasts that lived alongside them.

The Earth was once dominated by many freakish creatures before the intelligents arrived: sky manticores with translucent wings that shimmer like storms, ironhorn behemoths, six-legged grazers with crystalline horns that hum in the wind, stoneclimbers, massive lizardlike beings with mineral growths along their backs that blending into cliffs so well they very well be a part of the mountain, strider beasts, towering herbivores with elongated stilt-like legs that eat treetop foliage without ever slowing their endless migrations, hollow-bellowers with cavernous, echoing chest cavities, root serpents, lantern spiders, dune krakens, massive mammoths, ash vultures, and ocean leviathans; such a dangerous and perilous world the hunter gatherers lived in. Soon, they settled in caves in the Flatlands, discovering fire and creating intricate cave paintings, but are still far 

Until one fateful day, the humans and monsters began to develop speech, from vowels born to consonants, then simple words before evolving to sentences. And when it came to note down what they say, they began carving shapes into a boulder and naming the shapes.

And thus, the world began to rain. It is believed that Arrania had saw His creations finally evolving to a great tribe in this harsh world, so He wept in joy. The rain soon become storms, the settlers hid in their caves, contemplating whether they did something wrong. The rain then stopped, and the world became warmer. This then began a heat wave that melts the ice in the poles. Slowly but surely, the world would saw the slow Flood, slowly sinking the once vast landmass of the Super Continent into multiple continents: The Great Continent, The Archipelago and the Island.

After many years, the water rose into what it became now, three continents on a vast sea of blue, with the last ice cap remain frozen at the North. The people in the Flatlands found rivers flowing from their origin to the sea, and would soon give way for agriculture. They began farming grain but they still hunt for flesh.

Soon, the exotic animals began to lessen in numbers, most evolved but some extinct through natural selection, and the humans and monsters slowly becoming dominant. As to not hunt the animals into extinction, they began herding some of the wildlife into their lives, domesticated them along the way while leaving some in the wild. When the world began to become cold again, a bridge has formed between the lands as the water recedes backwards.

Their speech has evolved further from their last age, now becoming what was known as Xankhol. The Xankholic tribes would then migrate to other parts of the world, a perilous journey that took months to travel: some walked on the exposed landmass to the East and some build small rafts to cross the body of water to the West.

The Earth became warmer that day and the people who migrated to these new lands are now trapped, unable to reunite with the ones on the Great Continent. But that did not stop these sophisticated beings to develop a life of their own. The Archipelagos and the Island would be the home to the Tenyora and Faxorani, while parts of the Great Continent will become homes to the Shutarin, Nryatu, Ghurnak and 'Aranya.

1.3 - 'ILI'US || THE WEAKENING

The moment when Arrania began to weaken, the world have formed its first major worlds after their separation in the end of the Flood. The Flatlands became the starting point of the 'Aranya people to thrive and spread the religion of Arrania to the world, with the seafaring Tenyora people being their first contact.

At that time, Tenyora solely worshipped Suwi Amunari, the Sea Mother of their creation, but now they have acknowledged Arrania as their Father God of Light, to whom they believe coexist with their Mother as partners. This strengthen the connection between Tenyora and 'Aranya, especially after the assassination of the First Prophet Eqrat Syupherol. The seafarers gave 'Aranya maritime goods such as beautiful shells and pearls, valuable to them as to 'Aranya. They also gave the people ships, granting access to the sea for 'Aranya. However, the connections cannot go well with the rest of the settlers of the Great Continent.

The Shutarin builders and caravans were skeptical of 'Aranya's worship, claiming that Arrania will die and fade into obscurity, but their God 'Ar, will never die and remain eternal. This sets the theological conflict between the Followers of the Flame and 'Aranya, despite giving goods like precious gemstones, spices and salt. But there is another conflict 'Aranya must endure.

The Nryatu, warrior-herders of the High Plateau, were seen as rivals to 'Aranya, raiding their farmlands and capturing lives as slaves to the herders. But after years of constant battering, some see the resiliant and calmness of 'Aranya, and absorbed into their civilization as mercenaries and allies, giving military and protection to 'Aranya. They bring wool and cattle from their herds to the people, as well as the sharpest glass they can muster, obsidian. With obsidian tools, 'Aranya can harvest grain far more efficient than ever, and would share some to the allies as a gratitude.

The Faxorani tribes on the Island were not favorable to 'Aranya, wearing intricate masks for ritual purposes and worshipping the soil they stood on. They believe the Earth created them, not Arrania. As a result, 'Aranya ships were sometimes get either damaged or robbed and the sailors would either drown in the sea or crashed into the Plains, an uninhabited patch of land waiting for development, but not before the Faxorani tribes migrate to the Plains and claiming the Plains first.

Meanwhile, rarely anyone would dare to enter thr territory of Ghurnak, the stoic people who can withstand the harsh coldness of the North, yet worshipped the Primordial Void as their creator and their afterlife. Tales suggest only a small group of men and monster from the North come over to the markets of 'Aranya to sell lucious fur, ivory and carved bones, which often gets processed into jewelry. No one dares to speak with the Ghurnak, as they fear their stoicism and darkened energy.

The world will change for the future, and so will the civilizations.

1.4 - 'IRIŠIXI 'ETHURUCOR || ELEVEN PROPHETS

1.5 - 'ILEMOTOR || DEATH

1.6 - 'IRIŠIXI 'ESARUNI VOŠACI || ELEVEN DAYS IN THE VOID

1.7 - NO'ITALU DOLARA DOLUREN || BIRTH OF THE WORLD OF WORLDS