The world of EssaTerra is beautiful, a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship. According to legend, it was created by the God-King Rudaliz and the Goddess-Queen Lusamina, celestial beings whose love and power shaped existence itself. At the dawn of creation, the Goddess-Queen brought forth the 'Meus,' the essence of soul and magic, while the God-King shaped the 'Povus,' the essence of life and physical embodiment. In the ancient tongue, Meus and Povus translate roughly to 'Mana' and 'Ki' (or Kai/Chi). Mana fuels magic, bending reality to the will of those attuned to its essence, while Ki enhances the physical form, allowing warriors to surpass the limits of mortal endurance. Together, Meus and Povus intertwined, birthing all manner of life, from the smallest blade of grass to the grandest celestial being. EssaTerra was built in their image, a realm of perfect harmony, balance, and boundless wonder.
For a time, all was well. The world thrived beneath their divine guidance, and peace reigned across the lands. Cities flourished, rivers flowed with crystal clarity, and the sky stretched endlessly, unmarred by darkness. But peace was not eternal. From the abyss beyond the gods' sight, an entity known as the 'Falzath' emerged, a being of consuming hunger and malevolence. It did not create, it devoured, its touch corrupting all things, unraveling the sacred balance the gods had so carefully woven. The Falzath was not of this world; it was an invader from a realm of endless void, seeking only to consume and destroy.
The God-King and Goddess-Queen, wielding their combined might, waged war against the Falzath. The battle raged for an age, shaking the very foundation of reality. In the end, the divine rulers vanquished the monstrous entity, casting it back into the abyss. Yet, even in death, the Falzath left its mark. Its essence seeped into the world, birthing nightmares and horrors, corrupting creatures, and twisting the land itself. The world, once pristine, now bore scars of darkness. To halt the spread of this corruption, the King and Queen made the ultimate sacrifice. They merged their essence with the world, embedding their power into the very fabric of reality. EssaTerra was reborn, infused with their divine essence. Their physical forms faded, but their will endured, an eternal force combating the remnants of the Falzath.
From their divine sacrifice, new gods emerged, each carrying a fragment of their immense power. These deities, bound to their purpose, became guardians of the world, ever vigilant against the resurgence of the Falzath. But their task was ceaseless, for the Falzath's lingering essence manifested in monstrosities known as 'Falspawn.' These creatures, born from its corruption, sought only destruction. Thus, the gods fought an endless war, shielding the mortal realm from complete annihilation.
EssaTerra became a realm of wonder and paradox, where magic and technology coexisted in harmony. Towering citadels of stone and steel stretched toward the heavens, while enchanted forests pulsed with raw, untamed energy. Airships glided effortlessly across the skies, their engines fueled by refined Mana, while warriors wielded firearms infused with Ki, merging the arcane and the mechanical into deadly precision. Humanity, the most populous of all races, carved vast empires across the land, yet they were but one of many. Elves, with their ethereal grace and centuries of wisdom, walked the same paths as beastfolk, their primal instincts sharpened by generations of survival. Dwarves, master craftsmen and relentless innovators, created wonders of engineering that defied logic, while other, more enigmatic species lurked in the shadows, their secrets lost to time.
For eons, the cycle continued. Each age saw EssaTerra brought to the brink of ruin by the resurgence of the Falzath, only to be saved by the will of the divine. The gods, weary yet unyielding, guided the world through each catastrophe, restoring balance again and again. The ancients prayed that one day, this battle would end, that the world might be freed from this ceaseless struggle and peace would reign forever. It was a dream passed down through generations, a hope that burned in the hearts of those who still believed.
Now, a new era dawns. Once again, the Falzath stirs. Its whispers slither through the shadows, reaching the hearts of the weak and the desperate. Dark forces gather, chaos creeping across the land, unraveling the fragile peace that had endured for centuries. The gods watch in silence, their power stretched thin, their resolve tested once more.
The cycle continues. But for how much longer? And this time, will there be anyone left to stop it?