Founding of the Council

Founding

The first members of the Seven Elite banded together on this day, with a single purpose in mind.

The anomalies had been out of control. Even after Lucid's sacrifice, even after the great Vexheryn's stopped the Void from swallowing the world whole, their sacrifices seemed to have been in vain. The royals that once ruled the land had fallen to corruption, having all died off in the plague the Vexheryn family absorbed. Three thousand years, and the absence of the Gods still felt strong on their shoulders.   That's when seven warriors joined together. They planned and plotted for years, weighed the costs, and they made an ultimate decision. They didn't care for the consequences that may befall them. Maybe, just maybe, if the warriors fought them back, it could give rise to a new power. The Vexheryn family had gone into quarantine upon vanquishing the plague, all the royals had fallen, and hero after hero would fall. The warriors wanted to stop this.   They did not know they would be subject to leadership. They did not know no worthy candidates would come forth. So, one by one, the seven warriors would fall. They would be replaced. They would fall. They were replaced. Over, and over, and no leader stepped forward.   It only took them a hundred or so years to realise the true cost of the burden they'd taken on. The vow to protect the world, it was not just to fight, no. They took on something far bigger than themselves, a duty that they couldn't solve through the bloodshed of the monsters alone. The Stars had looked upon them and chosen them long ago. They were to be the new leaders. The new hope. The people's light in the darkness.