In an era long forgotten, before words shaped history and the world was nothing more than raw, untamed power, three realms existed in a fragile harmony: Heaven, the domain of gods, angels, and celestial beings; Hell, the infernal land of devils, demons, and forsaken souls; and Nirvana, the mortal realm, a land where humans, elves, and beasts walked under the same sky.

Nirvana was the heart of creation, a cradle of life and magic, its lands pulsing with mysteries only whispered in legends. The gods observed from the heavens, their eyes fixed on the mortal plane, while devils in the deep abyss waited, scheming in the shadows. Balance, however precarious, held these realms apart but tethered together in purpose. As long as no realm sought to overpower the others, peace reigned.

But peace is often an illusion.

The Age of Chaos dawned without warning. Hell's gates shattered open, vomiting forth legions of demons, their numbers uncountable. The infernal hordes poured into Nirvana, their very presence a blight on the land. The skies bled crimson with the endless slaughter, and the earth groaned beneath the weight of despair. Beasts—once noble and wild—became twisted, monstrous reflections of themselves, corrupted by demonic influence.

The elves, gifted with an innate connection to magic, fought valiantly, bending the forces of the elements to their will, but even their greatest spells faltered against the sheer tide of Hell's power. Humans, ever adaptable yet without inherent magic, struggled to survive, sealing the souls of beasts within themselves to borrow their strength. The chaos warped the land, and the balance that had held the world together for eons shattered, leaving Nirvana on the brink of collapse.

Annihilation seemed inevitable.

Desperation forced the unthinkable. In the wake of this devastation, the gods of Heaven, for the first time, reached out to their eternal enemies, the devils of Hell. Both knew that should Nirvana fall, the delicate balance sustaining all existence would be undone, unraveling the cosmos itself.

And so, a summit was called, one that would echo through the ages: the **Conclave of Eternal Balance**. For the first time in history, the devils walked within the halls of Heaven. Reluctantly, gods and demons sat side by side, their ancient enmities suppressed by necessity. Fierce arguments flared, threats were exchanged, but over days of heated debate, a fragile agreement was forged.

Together, they created the **Divine Order**: a pact that bound the three realms in an unbreakable law, one that neither god nor devil could ever defy. This new order would ensure the balance of power, preserving Nirvana from the abyss of destruction.

Six immutable rules were born from this pact, their power woven into the very essence of the world. These rules would stand as the pillars of order, ensuring that no single realm could ever rise above the others again. Should any force—be it divine or infernal—seek to disturb the balance, they would face annihilation at the hands of the cosmos itself.

But the cost of this peace was heavy. As part of the agreement, demons and devils, long seen as enemies of life, were elevated to the status of gods, their dark powers now recognized as part of the universal balance. Nirvana, too, was granted its own path to power, and it was decreed that any mortal—whether human, elf, or beast—could ascend to godhood, should they prove worthy.

Thus, the **Pact of Realms** was sealed in blood and divine power. The Divine Order, a law stronger than any being's will, became the foundation of the world, binding Heaven, Hell, and Nirvana in an uneasy, eternal truce.

But the scars of the Age of Chaos ran deep, and though the war had ended, its shadows lingered. For in every truce, the seeds of conflict remain, waiting to sprout once again...