The Second Plane

During one particularly restless night, the clouds began to storm and crack open, allowing passage for Deceus, Noctus, and Hadria. Crashing from The Heavenscape, the sorrow about them was unbearable -- permeating the air -- the sudden chill of melancholy freezing the rain to hail, the rivers to ice, and bringing the oceans to an abrupt halt. The pristine bodies of The Aetherbrand appeared remarkably untouched by the years of harsh weather. Grieving, the outcasts erected a gigantic pillar for each of their brethren that stretched up toward The Heavenscape and down toward The Hellscape to prevent total collapse of the realms. The gods of the Heavenscape watched with disapproval, but they were not eager for more war. The last of The Aetherbrand remained in The Hellscape.

Centuries passed, The Second Plane slowly gathering warmth once again. History begets legends, legends beget sagas. Sagas fade to myths. Myths from memory.