Back at the Academy, Flint, Amanda, Erveine and Erweine were simply staring at each other- while Arack Vermon sat there in the corner grumbling with some bandages, herbs, and even a cast on his left leg.
"Are we gonna continue or what?" Arack said, impatient.
"Start where exactly?" Erveine sighed. "This is too… much to take in."
Erveine's mother- headmistress Erweine explained some things just moments ago.
In the beginning, before the age of the gods- there was a particular race.
They ruled the universe- yes, just one.
Back then, the multiverse did not exist.
That particular race was so advanced, they could manipulate time, space, and even life…
As a culmination of their tech, they made one tree capable of bestowing life; their final invention.
The world tree.
No one knew what happened to them. But some believed they were destroyed and now roam as husks in the void.
The Fallen.
