One warrior fell, and then another. Revenge and deceit. Treason and malice. War and death. The world trembled. Dark clouds filled the sky. Black rain poured down, drenching the already blood stained earth. Man fought man, beast fought beast, fire and water fought all. Then, with the fading of the sun, all was silenced.
Whether days, months or even years had passed by, the man knew not. Traversing in darkness across nothingness, containing no hope, only despair, in his numerous thoughts. His name ringing in his ears, "Tor". The name that meant 'foundation', but in his mind, had lost all truth. Until, that is, he saw the sun. The old sun's new rays slowly began to shoot through the heavens, reaching the devastated earth. Causing the abundant seas and oceans to shimmer and creating an outline of each mountain that raised its head above the horizon. And here began a new start to a new age and a new life for Tor.