It was not always this way.

From a small blip in the long, ever-stretching expanse of time, a world known as Enora sat cruising through the darkness of space. Among it was a society heavily built upon it's mutualism with the world and it's extensive resevoirs of natural aether. From Primordial Light, many branches of magick were discovered and learned- whether it was manipulating the elements, animating golems, shapeshifting or mind-reading/telekenisis, Enora provided much for the crafty humans that survived there. One such mage was known as Nineverta- a high mage who could specialize in none, but mastered the rare art of healing.

While many frowned upon the healing class due to their parasitic nature of siphoning magic from Enora without giving back to it, it was all Nineverta knew. While he gained undeniable status from he excellent abilities in harnessing Primal Light in it's pure form, he was ridiculed and jeered at as he was viewed as a parasite. Even when his parents attempted to assist him in, at the very least, being able to serviceably program constructs via runescribing, he only managed to come up subpar. Nineverta ended up with very few connections in his life, eventually being left to his own devices at a very young age.

Darkness Looms

Calamity crept up on Enora before it struck full force into the unsuspecting faces of it's inhabitants. Uncharacteristically aggressive and bloodthirsty monsters of corrupted Primal Light erupted from underneath the surface of Enora, razing towns and claiming thousands of lives in their wake. It was from this calamity that Nineverta discovered there were other outcasted mages such as him- those who practiced the art of healing, those who mastered control over pure Primal Light. They were the only ones capable of combating the corrupted creatures, and thus barely holding back the unwanted invasion of this foreign aether that had begun bleeding Enora dry.

In an act of what he believed was heroism, Nineverta sought out these unique mages for their magick and knowledge. He dueled them in an attempt to earn their respect and their aid, yet he also took it upon himself to wrest them of their power as well. Nineverta was naturally born with an affinity to Primal Light, unlike the other mages who simply learned to control it. It was with this revelation that he discovered he could properly counter and seal the foreign aether away- cleansing Enora little by little.

This was too tall a task for just one small boy however, and so Nineverta stole the power of these high mages. As he was naturally inclined to Primal Light, the power he absorbed fused with his soul, slowly turning it gold. Word spread of his escapade, and many of Enora's best treated Nineverta as a villain- someone who was only necessitating the calamity by taking away power from the only ones who could stall it. However, as Nineverta intook more and more Primal Light, he became more unwieldy, unhinged, and unstoppable.

The Pendulum Swings Back

The final high mage of Enora. This one keen on killing Nineverta to halt him on his path.

Nineverta was blinded by his goal, viewing the last mage as just another monster in his path, preventing the salvation of Enora. The final battle went as expected, with the last high mage gone, and Nineverta taking her power from her. It was with this final push that the cracks had begun to show- one mortal soul was not meant to house this much concentrated aether.

His body had started to detoriate, feeling as if parts of him were chipping away endlessly as Primal Light took a hold of him. His soul was hardly indistinguishable from the concentration of aether within Enora, it was as if the planet itself was trying to claim back all that Nineverta had taken. Mutations began to form from the Primal Light, transforming Nineverta into a hideous amalgamation of a Garun. Feathers sprung from the creeping cracks stretching across his body, with ruby red eyes peeking from the spillage of gold liquidized aether. Nineverta's sanity was slowing slipping away as the light took hold, with no other desire remaining but to purify anything in it's path.

He was unable to stop it, and yet this is the sacrifice he was willing to make. In liue of ending all life on Enora, he would eradicate the corruption plaguing it for good. To exchange billions of lives for the purity of Enora, that was his final gambit. He had no time to think through it, to regret, or to say his goodbyes as his mortal body was soon evaporated and returned to the heart of Enora. It was then that the calamity had come to it's end- taking everything along with it as waves of light washed Enora clean.