Enderal:The Path, Tome 1: The Chaos

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The Chaos
Long ago, while the world was still unriven it was called Pangora. Pangora was great and mighty and reached from current Kilé to Enderal. But all life faded away as it was under no man's reign and ruins were all that remained of the old ones, the Pyreans. And so it would have remained, if Asâtoron had not come into being — the first Aeterna, the scourge of the ash, the malevolent sovereign of those early days.
In the first centuries Asâtoron roamed Pangora alone and shaped the world to his liking. However, he was cruel and heartless and thirsted after pain and suffering. He created two men: one from ash and one from his own blood. The bloodmen he called Aeterna, for he gifted them with longevity and magical power. The men of ash were weak and ephemeral and were created by Asâtoron to serve not just the Aeterna, but Asâtoron himself, who stood above all things
Under the scourge of Asâtoron and his servants, the ashmen erected buildings and cities. Great was the suffering the ashmen had to endure! Yet with each passing year Asâtoron's vile madness grew until his hatred began to spread not only to the ashmen, but also to his own kin, the Aeterna. And so it came to pass that he ordered the death of all life, disgruntled by his own creation. From his fingertips flew lightning bolts, which destroyed palaces and temples alike. And everyone who looked upon his countenance became consumed by madness and thrust a sword into his neighbor's breast, and then his own. So it was that the ashmen and Aeterna perished, until no more than a few hundred remained.
All were destined to die, and surely they would have, but the sky broke open first and a star, gigantic and engulfed in flames, blazed down from the heavens. It shattered Pangora into six large parts and numerous splinters — and so Vyn was created, the world in which we live today.He who claims to know of Asâtoron's destiny is a liar, as he was never seen again.
Tired of war, the few remaining ashmen and Aeterna scattered across the continents. The grudge harbored by those born from ash against the long-lived Aeterna was great, however their weariness and exhaustion after Asâtoron's bloody rage was even greater. So the ashmen blended with the Aeterna and their blood became impure. The tips of their ears shrunk and their longevity shortened to little more than a century. Even their gift of magic was extinguished and became a shadow of what Asâtoron had bestowed upon them.
A new people of short stature emerged from the debris of the fallen star and called themselves Starlings. The second age had commenced.
Civilizations arose on the continents and cities were built. Both humans and Half-Aeterna, as well as the Starlings, sought peace. However, with the end of Asâtoron's subjugation their fetters, which had bound them in place, had broken loose! And so an era of violence, war, and lust for power followed, as everyone hungered after the throne for power and dominion!
For almost four thousand years this era of chaos persisted, and once again it seemed as if life was at the very brink of destruction, since humans, Aeterna, and Starlings were all unable to respect one another and live in harmony and peace. Nevertheless, one day a light appeared in the sky and with it seven figures, as large as towers. The people bombarded it with magic and arrows, blinded by their thirst for blood and depravity. — But no fireball, no crossbow's bolt could cut through to the figures. Thus men laid down their arms and fell to their knees, as they realized they were facing gods. All seven rose to speak, their voices chaste and clear as purest crystal.