In the legend's beginning, the world was pure chaos. Then, the gods cast down the Coreflames and the Titans were born within. Three Titans carved the heavens and earth, three wove the threads of fate, three molded life with their hands, and three guided calamity's gate. The Titans' blaze enlightened civilizations, and people of all realms thrived endlessly. But the Golden Age was fleeting, and from beyond the sky came the heretical Black Tide. Its gloom was darker than death itself, driving the Titans to madness and the mortals to mutual war. Strife broke out across the land and the stain of blood consumed the light of dawn. As the gods waged war, the sun itself grew quiet in awe. A millennium of divine conflict left only a shattered world and an age of darkness. The Coreflames flickered and dimmed, and the age of the gods met its end. Golden blood fell to the ground as a distant prophecy resounded: "Flow, golden blood, flow. Converge into a boiling river that flows to the heroic heirs of this world."