A divine error, a millennium past or more, forged a human soul of unprecedented power.
This mistake began in the highest realms, where the Divine was weaving the great tapestry of mortal souls.
Each life was a single, fragile thread of equal potential, meticulously spun and set in place.
But during the process, a powerful divine thread—a sliver of raw, cosmic essence—was accidentally woven into a human one.
The result was a paradox: a single, mortal soul imbued with a forbidden, limitless nature.
Endowed with the potential to transcend all mortal bounds, this mistake, immutable, could not be undone.
The divine hand attempted to unweave the errant thread, but it had already fused with the mortal soul.
To pull it out would have torn a hole in the very fabric of creation. The only recourse was to contain it.
To mitigate this fault, a solitary gift was bestowed upon the soul: unrivaled mastery in a single craft.
Yet with this gift came a profound curse.
In every life, the soul would inevitably misuse its power, its greatness condemned to obscurity.
This judgment persists through the ages, a cyclical destiny renewed with each rebirth.
Though the field of expertise may change from one life to the next, the burden of misused brilliance remains.
The soul is a perpetual master, but its legacy is always nothingness..