In the beginning, there was only the void—a vast, endless expanse of nothingness, where the concepts of time and space did not exist. It was a place of silence and stillness, untouched by light or life.
Then, the Original Spark appeared.
No one knows where it came from or why it ignited, but in that moment, the void was filled with light. The Spark burned brightly, its energy growing and spreading, filling the emptiness with warmth and potential. It was the first source of life, the first source of power, and the first source of Essence.
For eons, the Spark grew unchecked, its energy expanding in all directions, filling the void with light and life. But as it grew, it began to strain against its own power, its brilliance flickering like a star on the edge of collapse. The energy within it became too great, too chaotic, until, in a single, cataclysmic moment, the Spark shattered.
The explosion was unlike anything the void had ever known. Light and energy erupted in every direction, tearing through the emptiness and weaving the fabrics of space and time. The fragments of the Spark scattered across the newborn universe, each one carrying a piece of its infinite power.
These fragments became the Original Gods, beings of immense power and purpose. Each fragment had its own form and nature, and so each god was unique, ruling over a different aspect of existence. There was a god of fire, a god of water, a god of earth, and a god of air. There were gods of life and death, of light and shadow, of creation and destruction. Together, they shaped the world of Infynis, using their power to create mountains, rivers, forests, and skies.
At the center of the world, where the Original Spark had once burned, a core remained. This core was the heart of Infynis, a source of infinite power and potential. Around it swirled the Original Essence, a pure and primordial energy that radiated from the core like a protective shield.
The gods, drawn by the power of the core, sought to claim it for themselves. They believed that by controlling the core, they could ascend to even greater heights of power and reshape the universe according to their will.
But the core was not meant to be controlled. When the gods attempted to seize it, the core vanished, taking the Original Essence with it. In its place, a shimmering wall of light formed—the Boundary. The gods, too, disappeared, their fate unknown.
The Boundary became a place of mystery and power, a barrier that separated the living world from the realm of the core. Some believed that the core still existed beyond the Boundary, while others thought it had been destroyed. But all agreed on one thing: the Boundary was the key to understanding the true nature of Infynis.
The races created by the gods were immortal at first, their Soul Sparks eternal and unchanging. But when the Boundary appeared, everything changed.
Now, when a being dies, their Soul Spark separates from the fabric of reality and returns to the core, somewhere unknown. There, it is cleansed and renewed, ready to be placed in a new body when another being is born. This cycle ensures that Essence flows freely through the world, connecting all living things to the core and to each other.
After time immemorial, the races of Infynis thrived and lived for countless ages. But in a certain era, a prophecy began to appear, whispered in the winds and etched into ancient stones. It spoke of a Soul Spark unlike any other, a flame that burned with the light of the Original Spark. This Spark would be born of the Boundary, a being neither fully alive nor fully dead, with the power to reshape the world.
Some saw the prophecy as a promise, a sign that a savior would come to lead Infynis into a new age. Others saw it as a warning, a harbinger of destruction and chaos. But as the ages passed, the prophecy faded from memory, its words lost to time. The races of Infynis grew complacent, their focus turning to the struggles of the present rather than the mysteries of the past. The prophecy became little more than a forgotten legend, a tale told by elders to amuse children.
Yet, in the stillness of the world, a change began to stir. The winds, once calm and predictable, began to shift, carrying with them whispers of something new. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the first spark of change to ignite.