“Three gods shaped the war.
One human ended it.”
Before war, Caelthyr was whole.
Aethyra, Goddess of Creation, had completed her work:
Life flourished
Witches governed reality
Humanity endured and multiplied
To Thyrix, God of Chaos, this perfection was an insult.
He could not create.
He could only alter.
And so, he sought to prove a single truth:
That nothing created deserves to last.
Thyrix began with whispers:
Animals twisted into monsters
Flesh reshaped
Natural laws strained
The witches erased these early horrors with ease.
So Thyrix learned restraint.
He stopped making many things.
He began making enduring ones.
Thus were born the Beasts — creatures designed not to defeat witches, but to outlive them.
And among them, one being was shaped not as a soldier, but as a verdict:
Gozu.
The war that followed lasted five centuries.
It was not fought in lines or banners.
It was fought in:
Broken continents
Extinct bloodlines
Cities erased from memory
Witches won battles through authority
Beasts survived through adaptation
Humanity died by the millions
The war proved a terrible balance:
Creation could not end Chaos.
Chaos could not replace Creation.
At the war’s height, the First Grand Coven confronted Gozu.
Thirteen witches.
Thirteen absolute laws.
They believed authority, united, could end catastrophe.
They were wrong.
Gozu endured.
Gozu adapted.
Gozu learned.
When the battle ended, the Coven was gone.
From that moment onward, witches stopped believing themselves immortal.
For centuries, humans were expendable.
Too weak to oppose witches.
Too fragile to survive beasts.
But humans observed.
They recorded patterns.
They built runes.
They experimented.
They endured.
Humanity could not win the war —
but it refused to vanish.
When the war threatened to erase Caelthyr entirely, Verghar, God of Order, intervened.
He did not side with Creation.
He did not oppose Chaos.
He judged both.
And he reached a conclusion:
The war must end — even if no one wins.
Verghar did not empower witches.
He did not bless beasts.
He chose humans.
Through the Rite of Ordained Will, Verghar granted select humans miracles — not magic, but divine permission.
Two miracles only:
White Fire — to purify corruption
White Lightning — to enforce judgment
Most miraclewielders burned out quickly.
One did not.
Among the first miraclewielders was a single human whose fate diverged from all others:
Meruen.
Verghar did not grant him White Fire.
He perfected it.
Meruen became:
The anchor of collapsing fronts
The healer of annihilated legions
The executioner of chaos-born horrors
Where others burned out, Meruen endured.
His White Fire:
Incinerated corruption
Healed the wounded
Regenerated his own body endlessly
To soldiers, he was salvation.
To beasts, annihilation.
To witches, an unsettling anomaly.
A human who did not decay.
Meruen did not defeat Gozu.
He did not destroy Chaos.
He did not overrule Creation.
What he did was simpler — and more terrifying.
He held the line.
For the first time in five hundred years, the war stopped expanding.
This gave Verghar the moment he needed.
With Creation stalled, Chaos contained, and humanity empowered, Verghar enacted the Divine Accord.
Aethyra withdrew
Thyrix withdrew
Verghar withdrew
Direct divine influence was forbidden.
The war ended instantly.
Not because it was resolved —
but because the gods stepped away.
Meruen remained.
When the war ended:
Only four continents remained
Vael’Tyrra was abandoned
Magic scars never healed
Trust was shattered
Meruen vanished from history.
Some say he was ordered to sleep.
Others believe he still walks the world, obeying Verghar’s final commands.
History calls this era The Age of Peace.
Those who remember the truth call it:
The Silence Between Catastrophes.
Because the war did not resolve anything.
It merely delayed the inevitable.
The Five-Hundred-Year War proved three things:
Gozu proved that destruction can endure
Angelica would later prove that creation can rot
Meruen proved that humanity can stand between gods
And the gods, having proven their points, left the world to decide the rest.
When gods fought, the world bled.
When gods left, mortals inherited the wound.