Flurrying whirlpools of gleaming iridescent lustre, elemental fragments amalgamating into brilliant displays of chromatic grandeur, with prisms of light and dark obscuring what lays beyond in this exotic realm. A spectacle nobody has been known to have seen in this time, but one everybody is familiar with from the stories...
Shaking their head, Ciival refused to accept what they were seeing. “Voith, my love!” the words erupting from their mouth. “What is this place?” inquiring of their long-thought dead partner. “Everything, nothing, the beginning, and the end. All that exists in, and out.” explained the spectre. “I don’t understand.” Ciival clearly puzzled by all that they were experiencing. “You do not need to understand, only know. We have brought you here so you may embrace the Spark.” proclaimed the phantom from their past. More bewildered by this the distraught Seer could only ask. “We?” A heavenly voice chimed in from behind. “Yes.” Ciival turned around to see what could only be described as a being of pure celestial beauty.
The legends speak of the celebrated First Magus, Ciival Quiravi, and their creation of the mystical arts aeons ago. It is said that they bore witness to this bizarre dimension, and it is what aided in the conception and refinement of not just the arkane, but also everything that came before and after. How this happened nobody is sure, but the prevailing theory is that they identified a veil by some means joining Gwirand to this uncharted space, allowing them to manipulate the actual fabric of reality into forming this force...
In awe Ciival had no words, only questions in their mind. Moments passed by in what felt like an eternity, and just as they were able to muster up something to say the ethereal figure spoke. “I am Eviel. I observe, curate, and guide each of the cosmos. I am in everything that has been, is, and will be. Your kind have long worshiped ‘Gods’, but a better term for me would simply be: Eht.” Astonished, Ciival ponders their role in this. The angelic entity speaks again, this time directly into Ciival’s mind. “To see.” With those words Ciival is ejected out of the divine domain, hurtling back to Gwirand in a blaze of radiant glory and crashes into the sea, protected by this newfound Spark.
Magick was not the only thing Ciival has been credited for, the other key discovery being of one many now devote their lives to, regarded by their combined title and name: Eth’eviel. Religion was no new idea, but the chosen idol for many shifted with it being learned that Ciival did not work alone in their magnificent achievement. So much changed from that day.
Foreign in detail to all bar those that dedicate their life to the study, the “Rift Between” as some like to call it is unfamiliar, daunting, yet also wondrous. Has it always existed? What is its ultimate purpose? Where does it lead? Questions that are likely to never be answered...