In a distant realm beyond time, where the threads of reality frayed into rivers of light and thought of beings imcomparably strong, stood an empire called Zir Altrun, ruled by a being known among the higher planes as Seviroth of the Fallen Doom.
He was tall, regal, and incomprehensibly ancient. His skin shimmered like black glass filled with starlight. Constellations flickered beneath the surface of his flesh, and every breath he took rewrote the colors of existence around him. His eyes were twin horizons — one calm, one collapsing — each containing universes that drowned and rebuilt themselves endlessly.
Within his grand palace, he sat, watching a mortal planet, doing the activities of the Unbound Order Organization — Septas, headed by six others like him.
Septas had seven sub-organizations, one of which was Cradle.
The seven of them provided blessings and contracts, building the foundation of their next empires and reducing boredom to zero with various activities.
