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The story differs from teller to teller, some say it was discovered by someone to save their life. Some say it was discovered through enlightenment. Others say it was bestowed upon them by the gods themselves. But one things is certain, from such humble origins would soon grow the most powerful force in this world.

A tree. Plain bark, simple leaves, the fruit it bears is... frankly, disgusting, and some believe it is even poisonous. Because of that, no animal eats it, and its seed is fertilized not by manure, but by the rotting fruit that surrounds it. This led this tree to grow in densely packed groups. But this is not the only noteworthy thing about it.

It can channel magic, and is the only known thing to be completely immune to it.

Its wood could funnel the raw magic out of a mages body and into a tangible form. Its leaves could be engraved with powerful runes to be used at will, and its sap became the core of elementals, beings summoned to serve the mages.

When the first mages discovered this fact, they quickly cultivated the tree and used its unique trait to cultivate their power. These people eventually rose above non-mages, ruling over them. But those under their reign refused to become mere servants, and thus found settlements away from the mages.

For years all was well between the two nations, but soon the pride of the mages overwhelmed them. They were clearly superior, as such they have every right to subjugated their mundane brethren. But when they announced their claim, they were refused. Insulted, they suddenly waged war. Rather, they announced a massive purging.

The mages called it, the Storm, for the event was more akin to a force of nature than a marching army. Fires engulfed forests, floods drowned the lands, the earth cracked beneath their adversary's cities and the winds laughed at their impending demised. Soon, they neared the last remaining city, poised to topple its towers, the mages launched their spells, but were suddenly stopped.

In front of them, a resounding cry echoed through the wind as earthquakes divided their forces. Mountains began raining down from the heavens, while the wind beneath them swept them about like dolls. From nowhere, water crashed through their highest towers and lightning struck down those that would oppose such wrath. The elements devastated their armies, crushed their cities, burned down the majority of their beloved trees and scattered the survivors to far-flung islands.

It took a century to discover the means to use magic, a decade to realize its full potential, a month to wield its destructive nature, and a week to send it all falling down. To the mages it was a nightmare, but to their opponent's it was a force that defended them, that overwhelmed their Storm, a Godstorm.

Now, the remaining mages lay isolated within their isles while the land rebuilds. But one thing on everyone's mind was, what caused their downfall?