The beginning of Atlas was also the end of an era.

No one truly knows why the divine creators of the world and the living beings residing on it have started a war among themselves. But we as mortals must accept it as the reason live is now as is. For the divine creators gave birth to the first humans, soldiers, dragos, pixelwings, and dullbeasts to use as pawns for their game of war. The grass was red with blood and the airs would shake with roars from the ground, sea, the sky, and even beyond as battles occurred every moment of one's life during this period.

But the records of our ancestors have begun to count down the days after the final godbeast has slept their eternal rest to today, marking this point as Year Zero. The divine creators known as the godbeasts have ended their Millenium war with one another with a soft whimper and disappeared off the face of the world. Leaving behind massive crystals that were once their souls as coincidental graves for their final resting place. It was both a chaotic time and promising as two sides of our people reacted to the loss of our creators. The worshippers and the soldiers of the divine godbeasts have lost their purpose and nearly gone mad. The others? They began to build their future. Our present. They would begin to form cities on lands that were only designed to be used for giant battles between our godbeasts. The first cities ended up becoming what would be today's capitals. Lux, Kryst, and Twincrest.

As the years go by, things began to evolve. Lands would change, age, and expand. And so too would the people. Other races would happen to be born. Humans with special conditions would happen and soon form into their own races. This would be the birth of the bloodfangs and the lunaclaws. Then, there would be the ones who evolve to live in uninhabitable locations like the sky and sea; the fintails, and the feathercloaks. New races also came with their own cultures and needs, forming new countries and cities of their own. Nosferatu, Llan, Atlantis, and Laputa.

Eventually, the worshippers and soldiers return to the new world, with promises that the divine creators will one day return. In their quiet madness, one of them heard a voice, and they instantly knew it to be of the one who ruled over the godbeasts; The Divine King. He spoke that he would return soon, and along with him, will his brother and sisters as he had taken them to another realm to settle their war and leave the mortals from harm. They would travel to all the lands that the races would occupy, spreading their messages of the Divine King. With new hope in their hearts, the world became even more filled with races. The angeles and the demones.

But remnants of the past which held their creators would not be forgotten. And so children of the godbeasts began to appear in the world. Crystalbeasts, as what they would be called as they would be born from the very crystals that the godbeasts left behind. Acting like forms of eggs for this sacred race. Though rare, they showed great power. People began to worship as if they were the old creators. Attempts to live in peace weren't accomplishable and soon they began to go into hiding. But other children were not so lucky and something began to happen. Crystals that the divine creators left behind where they perished have begun to get corrupted and affected the world. And the children of the godbeasts weren't immune to its influence.

Shadowbeasts and Demihumans were introduced into the world. But instead of adding positive changes, they were only brought ruin. Things grew worse as the demones took the disruption to begin their ploys in reshaping Atlas into their master's desired plans. They were quickly taken down by the joint effort from the angeles and other races who banded together to fight. The banded warriors didn't finish their work on just the demones, they began to focus their efforts and strength on the rising swarms of shadowbeasts. The shadowbeasts would be quite a few as their numbers would only grow as the fighting continued, and the heroes of old would perish. Their children would take their place on the battlefield and continue the good fight. But they didn't go alone. Others joined in the fight as well, and with their combined strength and unique strengths, the numbers of the shadowbeasts began to dwindle down to tolerable amount, but could never be completely eradicated. Over time, the threat of the shadowbeasts diminished as more and more bands of warriors would join in the fight. But the fighting would be tiring for them and they would then be compelled to explore Atlas, with such strengths, not much could stand in their way.

Thus, began the start of a new culture: The Adventurers. Over the years, the thriving cultures have left their marks on the world of Atlas. Some bore fruit and delivered beautiful landmarks for travelers who were patient to see such sights. Others didn't and end up becoming leaving behind treasure for those who dare visit such sites, risking their lives for fame and fortune. Around this time, the world would be saddened to lose one of the old races, the dragos to a mysterious incident. Although the race was known to be masters of the mystics arts and arcane alchemy, they failed to truly grow, similar to the children of the godbeasts, the godbeasts.

As the years go by and the world of Atlas continues to grow and evolve along with its residents. Many historians anticipate what would be the next evolution for this world that offers many who are children of it, rebirths.