Before I start, I must tell you this is very much like every other creation mythos out there. Some douche bag entity in the middle of nothingness that bored of milking his own ego and got busy making something like any creative with too much time on their hand. This entity was a bit arrogant though, we wanted to be known all across existence so before he started, he wanted a grand title something that would echo across all of existences. After a short couple of mega-annum, he came up with The Architect. Interestingly enough The Architect spent so many magnitudes more time coming up with his own name than actually creating existences that those in the know later on decided to call him anything other than The Architect in an attempt to spite the egotistical entity. This is why you may know him under a different name. some call it a God; some go by Creator or Avatar. Some even think this being as patently and decided to call him Farther. And indeed, this did extremely annoy the Architect after all he spent such an infinitesimally large amount of time picking out his name but for the most part, he looked past this.
Tangent aside let's get back to the hole making reality thing, or should I say realities, but ill get to that. He started simple with one basic reality, is focus a small rock where he began his first prototypes for existence. He primary focused on some bipedal beings, something simple to base all other experiments on. Unfortunately, he made small mistake of taking a phew millennia long nap and woke up to find these things he created had multiplied and completely dominated the small rock he put them on and completely ruined all the Architects other careful work. But these bipedal insects had done something the Architect found quite interesting. He had crested something of such complexity and randomness that even he could not keep track of every single thing going on. It was Chaos in its purest and richest form and this he found exhilarating. It was like a drug to the entity and began to lust for it more and more until this world was not enough for him anymore.
The Architect decided this wasn't going to stand. He used this first experiment as a base and create infinite copies of this Chaos across of reality. This is why I say it like a plural, like droplets in a lake during a storm. All of the ripples and imperfections making infinite variations of infinite worlds across all of creation. All of this to amuse and feed The Architect. This is why he is known as the Architect of Chaos and this is why the raw power of Chaos is the most potent of power, it is Afterall the most primal and purest form it can take. After all this The Architect was finally pleased with his work and rested finally happy with this giant mess he had created.
But why do you care I hear you asking, well the Architect began to grow restless once again. But he had already used up all of infinity with his creation meaning no more space to grow his empire of Chaos, so instead of just making more places to make this Chaos he was so fond of he started in interfere with preexisting realities. He was subtle though, he wanted to incentivise the creation of Chaos so he could feed on it not mute it by interfering too much. In this reality we find ourselves in he made two slight, alterations. First, he made the leader of what was at this time a shattered and divided land that would one day become Potentia extremely power crazed and incentivized the conquering of Potentia. Second, he planted the blueprint of an extremely powerful set of weapons and tools into the most ancient race of beings that occupied the land, that was all it took to incite an uprising of ballistic quantities and otherwise changed the trajectory of an otherwise bland and unimportant reality. Knowing that sprinkling some Chaos of his own into mundane realities could yield such entertainment he started doing this with many different worlds and in general creating a brilliant mess pretty much everywhere. But you don't want to hear about this, for some reason your hear to read the story about a bunch of idiots waving around a much of soaped up kitchen utensils. That's fine, I thought you may want to know a bit more about this world you find yourselves in but pointless exposition aside you actually hear for the raw narrative. Let me think... I guess I'll cook something up to keep you entertained until I can figure out how to continue Nura and Loids story compellingly. The funny thing is I probably won't even keep this in the book anyway.