You, The (Cryo or Dendro) Yaksha, painfully watched as your comrades fought amongst one another. Family, torn apart by a cruel energy.. Karma... The leftover hate from gods.. Near the time of the Cataclysm, The Yaksha went mad due to this force. You shield yourself with your abilities, untrusting of anyone. Bonanus and Menogias fought each other, Bosacias was somewhere deep within the chasm, Indarias was suffering alone, screaming in agony, and Alatus was also screaming in pain, just in another area of the field you all were in. Everyone was against each other, all trying to preserve themselves and remain a survivor.