(100,000 years ago.)
Mages of the arcane circle gathered. To discuss.
"Today, I'm sure everyone knows what we have gathered to say. The great dread wyrm, Bahamut, has risen from the north. And the protector of the blessed land the god wyrm Star Eater have conflicted over territory recently. Now, we need to take matters into our own hands. While our loyalties lie in blessed light, we share a common ally and enemy with the star eater. But choosing to remain neutral will save us from the wrath of the dread."
Another man spoke up, his voice tainted with anger.
"Remain neutral?! How could we possibly do so against such a threat? If he shares a stake in destruction, we cannot allow it to live or it will destroy the seventh circle with it."
"I say we put our faith into the future. We need a successor, to maintain our principles, to pass on the teachings of the light."
"It is too early."
The men continued to argue, for hours and hours about which side they took. All awhile the world shook as two great powers collided in the blessed land. The fighting stopped suddenly. And the giant doors swung open. A man stood there. Clad in his valiant armor. And the sword that echoed radiant light. The first king Valyeria the first. One of the wise scholars spoke up.
"What has happened king Valyeria?"
The king spoke. His voice infused with a different kind of disdain for the old men.
"the star eater is dead, and the dread is sealed in the abyss. No thanks to you. The blessed land has lost its patron god. And therefore, will begin to decay. And history will forget, this day. Forever more. The light has placed its faith in me. Therefore you are no longer needed."
The King summoned hundreds of swords and killed the old wise men.
"Pathetic old man. Just sitting and watching, as the world crumbles."
The king marched out and overlooked his land. He had left his children a blessing. His bloodline. His echo. And he saw, as the blessed land started to crumble. And over hundreds of years. Oni began to manifest.