The world of Bilifroth was one filled with an endless war, so far as to call it the Eternal war, to the southern continent of Bilifroth, lies the Riddle country they are well known for their military might, well-protected cities, and surprisingly democratic system. The Nothern part of Bilifroth is still vastly unknown, it's filled with human nomads and escaped convicts, it's a hot spot for newbie bounty hunters, and still, at least 20 percent of that continent is all that has been explored, mainly because of the monsters.
The southern Islands of Bilifroth, hold the believers of the Creators where they show their utmost devotion to their religion and faith, but they still refuse to preach about the core of it. The southern islands are a large trade spot, countless organizations want those lands, but the believers are exceptionally blessed in the usage of (will).
The east is a barren wasteland, as far as anybody could see, there was nothing there. except now there's a sweating young man, walking in the endless barren desert, he had thick unkempt black hair, pale-looking skin, brown eyes, and a narrow nose that rested on an oval face, he was completely naked, but that wasn't surprising.
What was surprising was the vast amount of (will) that seemed to emanate from the muscular but lean body, another was the blank expression from his face, as he seemed to flicker out of existence and return, that same face came to a realization to his own very existence.
'What am I' as he looked at his pale hands, he scrunched up his face as he felt pain when his very existence seemed to stabilize, then corrected himself, 'No, what are we', his (will) felt mixed, he was brimming with power, the natural energy around him seemed to condense and submit to his very existence, he felt so natural as energy kept filling him up, he felt that he could control anything but there was something preventing him.
He was {Life}, {Death}, and {Immortality} at the same time, those three creators seemed to have been made one into one mind, and this mind now held the individualism of each of them, As his (will), finally fully mixed, creating something sacred, it was contained in his mind while the surrounding energy went back to normal.
He couldn't help but look ahead into the barren wasteland and think of the times that they stared into the endless darkness and just creating the scene in front of him, and they did it countless times just to create and observe their individualism taking place.
Tears ran down his eyes, as he felt emotions for the first time ever, he felt closer to their creations.
He had become one with their creations, and so he kept walking towards the north, with no other intent than to find their other creations, in this newfound perspective.