The end of the Dark Era marked the universe's official entry into a period of stable development. The chaotic, disorderly, blindly idiotic Primal Deities and Old Gods withdrew from the stage of history.
Most of Them were sealed away, or stripped of Their power and turned into certain established rules of the universe, just as They had been at the beginning of Their birth.
Life was born and evolved, the universe gradually brimmed with vitality, and the wounds of war slowly healed.
Some of the neutral and benevolent Old Gods remained active, while others chose to venture into the depths of the universe.
Asanos belonged to the latter.
Chaotic neutral.
If there were classifications, It would likely fall into that category.
Everything in the universe seemed to have returned to the right track, entering a phase of stable development.
Until, at a certain moment, disaster struck.
The prison holding the idiotic chaos was corrupted by some unknown power. Darkness swept in once more, devouring and eroding everything in the universe.
The brief peace was shattered again, and war once more drew back its curtain.
Even the neutral gods all joined the war.
Because this time, the survival of the universe itself was at stake.
As Primal Deities born within the universe, They could hear the universe's mournful cries as it was consumed by darkness.
If the universe perished, They would die as well.
A war with a reach even greater than the end of the Dark Era began. Nearly the entire universe became a battlefield, and even mortals could not escape it.
The war lasted for a very, very long time—so long that even the concept of time had grown hazy.
The rate at which information changed suffered a break, even regressing. The clearest manifestation was the disorder of time,