Serathor: A World of Magic and Dragons

The Creation of Serathor

Long before the kingdoms of Serathor rose and fell, before the first dragon soared across the sky on wings of fire and thunder, there existed only the Null Sea—an endless, formless expanse of swirling darkness and silence. In this vast void, there was but one presence: Primordia, a being of unimaginable power, ancient beyond reckoning. It floated through the nothingness, a mass of raw, unbound magic, neither fully alive nor dead, its essence a chaotic blend of elemental forces and pure, untamed life.

For eons, Primordia existed alone in this empty void, a radiant spark in an infinite abyss. The magic within it churned and raged, building and coiling, seeking purpose and form. But there was nothing—no world, no sky, no life to shape or nurture. In its loneliness, a deep yearning took hold, a longing to create, to give birth to something beyond itself. The pressure of its own power became unbearable, and in a single moment of cosmic agony and divine will, Primordia split itself asunder. The force of its division was so great that it sent waves of energy rippling through the Null Sea, igniting the void with light for the first time.

But as creation surged forth, the Null Sea remained, untouched by the light that had emerged from Primordia's sacrifice. It lingered at the edges of Serathor, a place of profound mystery, where reality and magic faded into nothingness. Legends say that this dark sea was not merely a remnant of the void, but the very fabric of the world unraveling, where the boundaries of existence were thinnest, where time and space ceased to obey the natural laws of creation. The waters of the Null Sea are said to shift like liquid shadow, reflecting nothing but the endless void, an eternal reminder of the chaos from which Serathor was born.

To this day, the Null Sea remains an enigma—a place where even the bravest souls fear to venture. Sailors speak of unnatural currents that pull ships into the abyss without warning, and strange winds that carry voices from the depths, whispering secrets only the mad can hear. Some believe it is a gateway to realms beyond understanding, where the essence of Vorathos—the force of destruction—still lingers, waiting to be reborn.

Few have seen the Null Sea and returned, and those who do tell tales of warped realities, where time slows or accelerates, where the sky flickers with strange lights, and where a constant feeling of being watched presses upon the soul. The most daring scholars speculate that within the Null Sea lie fragments of Primordia's power, shards of creation and destruction intertwined, holding the potential to reshape the very fabric of the world.

Yet the mystery of the Null Sea is not one to be easily unraveled. The Nihil Brotherhood, who worship the dark remnants of Vorathos, believe that the sea is the resting place of their ancient master—a place where his essence seeps into the world, waiting for the day it will rise again. They seek to harness its power, though even they dare not venture too close to its shores. The sea calls to those with power, tempting them with visions of forgotten knowledge and unimaginable might. But it's true nature—whether it is a place of creation, destruction, or both—remains a question that none have truly answered.

The Null Sea stands as both a warning and a temptation, a reminder that even in the light of creation, the shadow of nothingness looms. It is the void between worlds, where the forces of life and death dance in eternal silence, waiting for the day when the balance may once again shift. Yet from this emptiness, creation emerged—not in a single, harmonious act, but in a violent rupture as Primordia, the lone being adrift in the void, could no longer contain its overwhelming power.

In an act of divine will and cosmic agony, Primordia split itself into three parts, releasing the raw energy that had churned within its essence for eons. From this fracture, the very fabric of existence began to take shape, as each fragment of Primordia's being carried a distinct purpose, giving birth to the world of Serathor