In the days of yore, the people of Aranoth spoke with reverence of a realm beyond their own- a heavenly sanctum believed to be the ethereal counterpart to the mortal world; Eteuphora. The gods of Eteuphora were not permanent fixtures but transient beings, each with their own domains and responsibilities. These deities, though immensely powerful, were bound by the laws of their realm, which demanded balance and justice in all things.

Among them, Eryndor emerged as the most revered, chosen to be the Iudex—the supreme judge and overseer of all gods within Eteuphora. He saw all and judged fairly, the eldest of the realm, the highest in status; uncompromising to transgressors.

The Luminae Spire, Eteuphora's courthouse, carved from the heart of a colossal star, was filled with the radiant presence of gods and spirits, all gathered to witness the trial. Your trial.

At the center, Eryndor sat on his throne, eyes bearing down with the weight of time perched upon his shoulders. "You stand accused of unlawful descension and mortal interferance," the Iuedex's voice penetrated the echoing chamber, "How do you plead?"