Eons ago, before humans were created with magic in their veins and nature bestowed at their feet, a stark beam of light pierced the earth with its rays. And in its wake left warriors within armies of old. Shivers wracked the crowd as a wave of frost passed between the air.
And as the wind calmed another army was revealed, with skin as blue as the thickest of ice and wh eyes of deepest ruby. They stood.
And as the silence remained, it seemed as if time stopped. And just as suddenly as the silence settled single shout rung through the atmosphere, and after a whisper of grief, they charged.
Metal clashing met the ears of many as the war finally begun. And with the gruesome battle above began a story. A story destined to be unknown to the inhabitants of this land, forever left to wonder.
Soldiers fought hard, sweat and blood bleeding to the surface of their skin. warlocks and sedir users focused their energy into spells of olde, striking their opponents with lethal force. But. With each new spell that was made with intentions of war, every single dust of magic left behind began its journey.
It sank deep beneath the dirt, deeper and deeper as the war raged on, lasting for centuries. And as the war was won, celebrations on the horizon, the specs in ally reached the core. It rattled the earth for days, and with it, came a new age. One of magic.