Gather before me, you descendants of gods and heed the tale of Creation before Time... All was dark, like the dreams of the endless void. There was no land, no sea, nor sky, Only the pitch-black dark. But there was a light, a brilliant light so bright that lightened the entire void up. Genesis formed from the breath of the cosmic body. The world where you emerged upon. When the cosmic war took place, unholy forces slipped into our domains. The fruit that They left behind, the power of the monarchs. Yet we do not destroy it, instead, we practice the nefarious potency for our own power and wealth. And thus, The Legions was created. With blasphemous powers, they summoned more forces of the damned. Hence, the burden is laid upon these so-called Cavalear, the ancient guardians of peace. Chosen by the very light to counter the demonic forces laid behind by The Cult.