There was a shattering and a world was born, to be the strongest of all, to protect the Crown God's Soul. There was a shattering and a world was born, to cage the defeated, the vengeful and the fallen. The Armies of the Collossian. There was a shattering and a world was born, for the spirits and spirit-bound, the children of the Seeker. There was a shattering and a world was born, broken and cruel, for the Blood Witch to rule. There was a shattering and a world was born, with mines and ores rare, to build and forge for the Craftlord's lair. There was a shattering and the world broke, waiting to be reborn, reforged, where several become one.