A brief history of our wasted world.

A primer by Brother Seldom.

I have witnessed firsthand the deep and restful slumbers that my sermons have induced among

star congregations, so I will attempt to keep this succinct.

Should you find yourself dosing off during this lesson?

Well, I wouldn't worry too much.

By the time you hear this, the world I'm about to describe will have long since been scoured

from the map.

Let us begin with the vestiges.

One could accurately describe them as gods, though they'd certainly prefer not to be

called as such.

When they crossed over into our world, eons ago, some of our ancient ancestors considered

them patrons.

Others found them to be merciless oppressors.

Humans sprouted around these beings' feet and, immediately, and perhaps unsurprisingly,

they began vying for superiority.

For all their differences, though, the vestiges that claimed our world agreed upon one thing,

an oath, force-worn, that their power, their magic, would never be shared with mortal

kind.

The vestige named benevolence so furiously coveted the adoration of all living creatures

that, well, he broke that oath.

He shared with his people the secrets of magic, founding a new kingdom, Hamanine, and building

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