Long ago, when the world was without form, darkness lay upon the deep waters of the world. seven luminous beings emerged from the nothingness of the expanse. These were the gods; beings of unknown origins, endowed with immeasurable power.

Among them was Bathala, whose essence pulsed with a primal urge to shape, mold and create. In his outstretched hand, he gently conjured an orb of pure radiant energy, "The Soul of Creation", its brilliance piercing the darkness like a supernova, casting away the shadows that clung to the edges of existence.

The other gods; Minerva, Chronos, Hiamut, Idianale, Karamat, and Orpheus, gathered around Bathala with their eyes wide with anticipation. One by one they drew near, their ethereal forms blurring at the edges as they reached out to touch the orb; their fingers trailing with golden star dust as they reached for the orb.

With each touch of the gods, the orb's luminosity intensified. Illuminating their faces by the orb's warm radiance. They poured their energies into it, and raised it high above their heads; with their combined energies that surged into it. Their energies twisted and warped its form until it became a swirling vortex of light, a kaleidoscope of colors that danced across the infinite expanse, it floated in the air rising about 3 meters above the gods. Then with a cataclysmic roar that echoed through the emptiness, the orb exploded, showering the dark world with a maelstrom of light and matter. Its fragments became galaxies that swirled into being, their arms adorned with glittering star clusters or solar systems. Nebulas bloomed like flowers, their gaseous tendrils curling into mesmerizing patterns. Planets within the solar systems began to form from the stardust; their surfaces cooling, hardening. Cracks began to form due to the pressure within then water emerged from those cracks creating atmospheres, vegetation slowly emerged and life began to thrive.

But, when the world was still young in the hands of the gods; there came the Mordren, primordial beings born from the golden stardust of creation. Carved by their desire to be above the gods; they attempted to claim dominion over the newborn realm and declared war against the gods.

A cosmic war took place and the gods with their loyal servants defeated the mordrens, but couldn't destroy their very own creation, due to their love of every soul they've created. The gods created and sealed the mordrens within a prison dark realm known as Nhal'Tharra "The Abyss of Dying Stars".  Never to step into the world again.