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.