In a world of darkness, the Eternals found light. Hope for the future, strength from the past.

Their previous attempts at balance ended in chaos—their own Holders going against the rules and causing irreversible consequences, losing their lives in the process.

The population went from billions to thousands within a few nights—travelers, soldiers, commoners—all lost to the beasts the Holder inflicted on mankind.

The Eternals picked cautiously, as the world was broken enough as it was. People who could help repair instead of hit what was already down. New Holders. The final Holders needed.

Once they had restored balance, the world would be restored; Holders would be irrelevant to the equation. People could live among themselves, thrive, and worship the Eternals for saving the doomed life of humanity.

The Eternals watch from a far off realm, as new power grows, leaders rise, and heroes fall. 

The Eternals set very few rules for the chosen, as they’ve been put through too much already.

They must not die until their job is done.

They cannot go against any regulations that the Eternals set.

No mingling of bloodlines; the Eternal magic must remain solitary and pure, never to be combined into offspring. 

And keep the lowest profile they can. The world still blames the Holders for breaking the world in the first place.

The cycle ends with them. There will be no more chosen, no more chances.

The fate of the world rests on the last Holder’s decisions, movements, and prophecies. These few people can choose what lives—and what stays dead.