Long ago when the planet Lunara was created, three races were given life first, they were given the ability to speak, the ability to learn, they were made in the celestial's image and more. With all those gifts they also gave us rules, the six commandments. It's said any race, or any one to break those commandments, will be cast to eternal damnation upon the celestial's descent.
For that reason the celestial's children split off to different parts of Lunara, vowing to never touch the land the celestial's have gifted to the other. Thus war across races never happened, neither did trades, the only thing we have, is the languages we learned from the celestials tying us together.
"Or, that's how the story goes at least," Godrick muttered, leaning against the stone cold wall that casted the group in confinement.
"I see…" Astra muttered. "Wait, so this damnation—"
