It is written that when the first god awoke the void was already there waiting. For every creation the gods made the void was there watching. When the gods fought the void knew its time was nigh and struck.

No one knows the name of the great dragon that fell, nor what god it called master. We only know that instead of the dragon dying as all others had it rose again in a state of undeath that shocked the whole of the gods to their core and stopped their war.

The gods’ powers were useless against the beast and everything it touched turned to undeath. The shards among the host were somewhat successful but even so then at a great cost of life. Finally the dragon fled and hid itself from the gods and shards alike but the damage was done. Blooms of undeath seemed to spring like weeds in cracks of stone all across the world as the dragon slept.

It was only on the night of fire that the dragon once again took wing and ravaged the countryside laying entire cities to ruin until it was engaged by Kontaro and destroyed.

The ice here is thick, ten times ten fathoms deep according to our mage, but the cold we feel is not from it. There is something here that we cannot dig to nor would I seek to. There are no hidden shards here nor did they hide their relics or secrets here. There is only… sadness… emptiness… and some hunger I cannot explain. I humbly request you recall us from this place.

Inquisitor Hiera – Missive to the Briar Inquisition