The architect of humanity's ascent towards the stars observed as Earth died; he called himself the Emperor of mankind. A thousand ships, a billion souls judged worthy by the emperor's mercy, while the emperor's flame burnt the rest without hesitation. They left the burning world behind and set their sights on an untouched universe; thus began the calendar of The Living Flame.
Party to humanity's ultimate betrayal and its greatest triumph was its oldest Enemy. This Entity was the forgotten, the hidden, it shouldn't exist, yet it had birthed the Emperor's flames. It chose to manifest as a man, in jest, and sat on a throne perched above the boiling oceans of the dying world. He stared at the fleeing humans in triumph until his eyes melted. Before death could claim its new shell, it ceased to exist in your reality once more