It was then that Lorekeeper Ahavniel came forward with one final proposition. Using the latent magic in The Tower of Gallidan – home to the world’s most powerful spellcasters – they could potentially create a being capable of fighting the entity; a creature which could turn The Entity’s own power against it.
Seeing little alternative, they agreed.
The Mages of Avalon and Constantinople banded together with those of the Tower, and began a desperate ritual. Through terrible, forbidden magic, they tore open the mystic core of their planet, forming a body of pure arcane power given physical form. Next, they dredged up from the ether the soul of Ettar Zin – the most powerful mage who ever existed – and bound it to the golem.
The resulting explosion could be seen across the world, and the Tower of Gallidan was reduced to a smoking crater. Nothing remained but a single being, standing at the center of the crater - The Immortal, a creature unlike anything the world had ever seen. As the Nox brought their full might to bear against the walls of Victory Keep, The Immortal strode almost casually through the gates – and with a wave of its hand, thousands of Nox were disintegrated. The beleaguered defenders watched in awe as the Nox were driven back – and their awe quickly turned to joy as The Immortal rounded on the Entity.
Their battle shook the very foundations of the world – continents were destroyed, mountain ranges were torn apart and re-created, oceans born and vaporized – the few remaining mortals had to retreat underground to have any hope of survival. No one is certain how long the fight lasted, but when at last the smoke cleared, all that remained was The Immortal.
Without pause, the golem turned and walked off – making its way to parts unknown. The ritual had been a success. At long last, the Nox had been defeated – this time for good.
Their spirits freed, the creators restored the souls of those destroyed by the Nox, before they themselves traveled beyond the veil. The time of gods was at an end – now began the era of men.
Artoria, Isle Of The Forgotten
When The Immortal defeated The Entity, it fled to the distant, mist-shrouded island of Calmyr. There, it sealed itself away, falling into a millennia-long sleep, recuperating from its long battle. Inexplicably, as it slept, it unconsciously reached out to men and women across the world, drawing them to its presence. Once there, they founded a beautiful utopia, their hearts made pure by the power of The Immortal. Had they been left to their own devices, they may well have never made themselves known to the world.
However, several centuries ago the Immortal awoke – and was dismayed by what it saw. Save for those who dwelt upon its island, mankind had grown sinful and corrupt. The men and women who had once stood desperately against the Nox were now, in its eyes, little better than those undead abominations.
They would have to be cleansed – and it knew exactly how this could be done. At The Immortal’s urging, the people of Artoria – once peaceful – began training for war. It would create an army of holy templars, and with it, wipe clean the filth of the world.