The First Guardian

Renaldo brought ONE entity from another dimension. Just one. A single being given magic powers beyond mortal comprehension and told: "Have fun."

The first thing this creature did was make the Guardians.

Not helpers. Not servants. Not companions. The First Guardian created beings who were perfect in every way. Perfect strength. Perfect wisdom. Perfect beauty. Perfect intention.

Unfortunately, "perfect" does not mean "good."

Some of these Guardians were Perfectly Good—embodiments of compassion, justice, and protection. They sought to build civilizations that would thrive for eternity. They wanted to create paradise.

Others were Perfectly Evil—embodiments of cruelty, domination, and destruction. They did not seek chaos for its own sake. Their evil was methodical, intentional, and executed with flawless precision. They wanted to perfect suffering.

The Perfectly Good Guardians tried to reason with their opposites. They offered compromises. They proposed systems of balance. They believed that beings of such intelligence could surely find common ground.

The Perfectly Evil Guardians smiled and continued perfecting their cruelty.

So the Perfectly Good Guardians did what they believed was necessary: they killed the Perfectly Evil ones.

And that is when they learned the most devastating lesson in the dimension's history.

Real monsters do not die.

Because there was no Atherflow yet—no place for the dead to go—the Perfectly Evil Guardians became immortal Daemons. Death had not destroyed them. It had freed them from physical limitations. Now they could feed on fear and chaos itself, growing stronger with every act of terror they inspired.

The Perfectly Good Guardians realized they had not solved the problem. They had made it infinitely worse.

And the First Guardian? The one who created all of this?

Renaldo never said. Some believe the First Guardian still exists, watching its creations war for eternity. Others think it destroyed itself in shame. A few whisper that it became something else entirely—something that neither side can comprehend.

But one truth remains: the moment the First Guardian made others "perfect," it doomed the dimension to eternal conflict. Because perfection cannot coexist with its opposite. And when perfection fights perfection, there are no winners. Only survivors.