This is a legend that the people of this world have passed down since times long forgotten. The tales of a battle through which we were born.
Long ago, there existed a world cursed by an endless cycle of life and death. Weaving pain and misery in its wake, countless got caught in the cycle. People, worlds, dimensions. All whose fate got intertwined with this world died, fated to know naught but everlasting sorrow. It seemed as though the cycle would never end.
Yet...
From the ashes of all these death rose a Goddess, one who sought to end the curse. She wanted to create a world devoid of life. She craved a world where death and life would no longer exist as concepts. To this end, she harnessed the accursed power born from the cycle and brought ruin to the world, threatening to bring all worlds together and create a singular realm where existence as we envision it would be revoked.
As the Goddess of Death's ascension was nearing, the end for all who lived was at hand...
But from across worlds and realities, heroes surfaced as if out of nowhere. Facing countless hardships and wielding light as their weapon, they pierced at the Goddess of Death's heart and put an end to her vision.
Peace returned. But the cycle was not over...
Seeing how history would repeat itself, four heroes stepped forward. They refused to allow the suffering to persist any longer.
Thus, they took the body of the Goddess and used her power to end the cycle. All who had died, all who had suffered, all who had lost something would be born again. Not in a world shaped by the Goddess's will, not in a world shaped by their will, but in a world that would be shaped by the will of the generations yet to come.
They say this is how our world was born.