Long gone were the days of the True masters 13. One dark evening of remorse the God shed thirteen tears that all became hailstones of immense size, beating the realms. Each and every pummeling blast spread obliteration thorough the plane of existence we know. Thus happened the great deluge; lands were swallowed, mountains fell, canyons disappeared. From those shattered groundings it was decided. New masters would come to reign, to make the realm thrive even better! So He decided.