"My research into truth and history has led me down many interesting paths, paths filled with both enlightening and dark knowledge of this world. Today, I shall share with you one of these many findings, for your education. An earmark in history that brought forth a new era, The Sixth Creation, the era our world now inhabits. To be precise, this information, whether partly fact or fiction, is a moment in time renowned for the birth of The Sunderbloods and the death brought upon the demon Champion and so-called ‘father’ to The Sunderbloods, Ikar.

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But first, we must begin by visiting what has already been documented prior to this dark and fateful tale. A briefing, for those among you fletchling researchers unaware of the vast history spanning The Fifth Creation. A fascinating period that stretched for centuries, where many of the known races, most likely including your ancestors dear reader, rose from the mud and built vast civilisations. Where mankind first came to be, thrived and grew to what we know today.

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Both mother and father to these races and to life itself was Aaya Ahorr. The beating heart of nature, of body and blood. Aaya is deemed one of the earliest of Numen within our records - Gods that bless our world - and was revered and protected by those that saw life as the sacred gift that it was. Aaya was, afterall, their immortal, divine  creator. The most devoted and trusted among followers were the Onodrim, fascinating, living plants and moving trees that had been bestowed with the first hearts and minds. A race rumoured to be the first of Aaya’s true children, capable of much more than mere wildlife. With a soul that held potential. To know right from wrong, to weave magical essence and so much more.

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Some of these Onodrim had sworn into what was known as ‘The Feyright’, a life long oath of guardianship to keep The Great Heart safe and secluded. These protectors would lay down their lives to defend the Numen. They’d sacrifice everything, if it meant the survival of Aaya.

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At any inkling of a breach, any hint of discovery, The Feyright would relocate Aaya in a moment's notice. How mortal life could wield such magic to transport a divine and delicate being in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace, is still very much a mystery to us at the Sanctuary, but theories have arisen among the astute regarding sighted crystalised trees, aptly named ‘Spirit Trees’, said to harness extraordinary amounts of internal magical essence, capable of transporting life through infinitely connected roots of the world. We call these flowing paths ‘root rivers’ or simply ‘rivers’. They’re indistinguishable from regular streams of natural waters, or, perhaps, every river is a root river. We’re yet to know for sure.

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Regardless of how The Feyright managed such mystical feats - That is research for another time - Aaya was indeed transported to and from almost every forested corner of Entrellia, every nook and cranny of winding woodlands, every dense and sweltering jungle. They were fleeing, you see, hiding from all and any being that wished to do them harm or disturb their peace. Ensuring those that desired the power of Aaya’s creation could never find it. They were even fleeing from the eternal hunter, The Watching Wolf, the Numen of death himself. 

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Eventually however, as all mortal things do, The Feyright could not keep this up forever. The order began to tire. The exhaustion befell upon the Onodrim. Perhaps accelerated by the strain of magical travel, or the extreme changes in environment.

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On the darkest of days, that is when Ikar arrived. A demon from the bowls of flame and fire, who had pledged Championship to many self-serving Numen, Numen who had grown jealous of Aaya’s loyalties and life-creating powers. The Wolf among them.

In exchange for his service, the promise of slaying a divine god, Ikar requested but one thing. A seat at their table when the deed was done. A say in their future plans and a place to play his part in the Numen’s plots to bring forth new life using the blood spilled from Aaya’s death. A payment that was agreed upon, a deal that went on to become Ikar’s binding legacy.

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It took only 50 days for the demon to find the heart. The beats of fear revealed Aaya more so during the days of the hunt than ever before. Details of Ikar’s success are still shrouded in mystery to our records, but what we do know is on the 50th night, he enacted the first step of what we refer to today as ‘The Sundering’. 

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Without hesitation, Ikar slew what remained of The Feyright guard with callous and vicious fashion, quelling an ancient order that outdated any other Entrellia had known. Thereafter he destroyed every root river that connected the localised Spirit Tree, to ensure Aaya could not slip from his wrath. The demon wielded a blade so dark and deadly it could sever the very flow of essence from every stream he sliced. Before finally he turned to Aaya Ahorr, the Numen themselves, defenceless and bare. Ikar took up his black weapon - still soaked and dripping - then plunged it deep into the supple flesh of Aaya, freeing the blood of creation from within.

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Proud and successful, Ikar bathed in his own glory, only to be betrayed by his own arrogance. He stood too close to the wound as he withdrew his black blade. The bursting pressure of blood that followed washed him from his feet and sunk him below a pool of prismatic glittering reds. The creation blood rose higher and faster than Ikar could surface himself. It was here where the victorious killer slowly began to drown in an ocean of his own making, unable to swim against the rising flood. He died alone and spluttering, in an otherwise silent and secluded forest. Submerged beyond even the tallest trees. His lungs were filled with life. A true irony to die for.

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However, the pages do not end here, no. For the lurking Numen still remained, watching over the scene with fever and hunger, jumping at last to grant Ikar his reward. His body still remained swallowed beneath the blood of creation, where an unlikely opportunity had presented itself. The Numen used Ikar one last time, at the bequest of his deal afterall. Instead of returning the Champion to life, they began building from him. They twisted his lifeless body like clay and moulded new servants loyal to their own causes. Each Numen influenced the spawn with their own ideals, malice and desires. Each concocting and mixing diabolical intents of evil until finally satisfied. The Sunderbloods were born, under the sinful eyes and snatching hands of compassionless, ruthless Numen. They are to be the last race Entrellia is to ever see without Aaya. Scourges, born from the slaughter of the divine and the body of a fiend. Condemned by all that is holy.

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Centuries have passed since the beginning of this new age, seven to be exact. The Apex Sanctuary continues to unearth the events of The Sundering at a distance. Enacting research elsewhere while the war against The Sunderbloods still rages along the eastern country of The Collective. Seven hundred years of bloodshed since the first spill of Aaya’s. We are yet to document a new race resurfacing ever since, or proof of Aaya’s return."