WIELDER OF THE PRIMORDIAL LIGHTNING OF THE ANCIENTS
Before the dawn of creation and before the laws of existence were woven together, there was nothing.
Then came a spark — a flash of silver in the void.
From that spark was born the first power: The Primordial Lightning of Creation.
From this ancient storm emerged the seven others — Life, Flame, Light, Darkness, Fate, Space, and Time.
Together, they shaped the laws of the cosmos.
Eons passed, and beings capable of wielding these forces appeared among the stars. They were known as the Ancients.
But greed poisoned even the divine.
The Ancients turned on one another, and a war of lightning and fire raged across the heavens. Worlds crumbled. Universes burned.
In the end, all the Primordials fell, and their king — the Lightning — was defeated, its thunder sealed away.
Yet, from the ashes of eternity, a prophecy was born:
> “When storm clouds darken the sky, and the thunder roars louder than the cries of all races — know that he has returned…
The Wielder of the Primordial Lightning of the Ancients.”
Eons have passed since then. The myriad races have mastered the elements — flame, wind, light, and more —
But thunder… remains silent.
Now, as the storm clouds gather once more, the prophecy stirs.
The thunder is returning.
