Phlyndir was once a beautiful paradise. A world of blue oceans and green fields as far as the eye could see. Wonderful creatures of all shapes and sizes roamed the land in harmony and balance with each other. Watching over this paradise and its creatures were the four guardian gods of Phlyndir; Xerathil, Calin, Baliel, and Hureciel, along with the other gods. These gods were beings of immense power that shaped the fate of the world and its inhabitants. They were benevolent caretakers that watched over the balance of Phlyndir, intervening when the balance was threatened, and restoring order in the midst of chaos. This earned them the fear, love, and respect of its inhabitants. The inhabitants began to worship the gods, starting religions and faith causes. This made the gods happy and they began bestowing favors and even power to the most devout of their followers. The world was in peace, it was a beautiful and perfect place.
It was because of this beauty that the gods began to desire the world for themselves. They ordered their followers to expand their influence. Fanatics of the gods would try to convince others to join their religion, putting their beliefs on a pedestal and degrading that of the others. Inevitably, war erupted between sects; this would later be known as the war of the faiths. The world fell into disorder. Armies marched upon armies and destruction spread everywhere. Devout fanatics bestowed with power turned their gifts on each other. So terrible was the war that it took its toll on the world.
The world began to break apart; this would later be known as the cataclysm. Continents crumbled and began floating away from each other and the oceans began to fall into the abyss, giving rise to what would be later known as the great mist. The gods saw what was happening and they began to weep for they knew that this was their faults. They knew what had to be done; they could not let a beautiful paradise be lost forever, so they gathered all their might and created a core of immense power to hold what was left of the world together, giving up their very essence and consciousness to do so. The world began to stabilize and the gods were no more and in their place was a core that would hold the world together.
With the absence of the gods, religions began to crumble, and destiny belonged to whoever was brave enough to master their fate. This marked the end of the aeon of the gods and the beginning of the aeon of mortals.