"Upsetting what was last, a purifying birth occurred,
And from the core of light came forth a holy child.
Created from the powers of Kha and Elurian.
Jylasum, The Edged Light, opened his eyes.
Darkness watched the birth of the holy child,
The birth of the younger but vitally the unparalleled.
Mordras, the great demon of shadow and chaos,
Challenged the third born out of instinct and malice.
A dark frame covered in a gleam of crimson,
With sleek limbs of a corrupted nature and design,
Glared through the misty veils with eyes so sinister.
The Child of the Darkest, a silent watcher of dusk,
Hindered the corruption of light into his kingdom,
Creating a dim realm of the weaker of its matriarchs.
The shadows that dwelled in it called it Mundi.
Greater of the halves, builder of the heavens,
Poured down the rays of light and purified his own,
Dividing the mass into shares with Holy Judgment.
In a suit of light, a white armor of elaborate origin,
The Edged Light brought fourth the white lore
And named his ethereal kingdom the Heavens."