Souls overture

It has been through the faith that spirits and ideals come to be, spirits old and new, weak and all powerful. It has always been possible with the faith of sentient races that ideals and philosophies attain the self.

Souls pray, their faith brings forth spirits. Spirits watch and use their faith to their believers benefit, such is the order of things.

Yet, spirits and souls gathered together all to be witness of a rather uncommon event. an unlikely occurrence, even to the knowledge of the oldest of spirits.
Watching with mixed emotions, a myriad of spirits and souls gathered all together at the unfolding event.

Justice, war, love, hedonism, if enough souls poured faith into an ideal, a spirit is born. But what happens if enough souls hold dear not an ideal or a person, but a story?

Souls and spirits witnessed how it all unfolded again, as seen since the first light appeared in the void, t’was not a spirit taking form. Countless souls and spirits prayed, converged and took shape into a new world.