Terras

For all life, even yours, there is a God. His name is Terras, the God of Earth and Life. From his very essence, he crafted the fertile grounds of creation. When he separated himself from his physical body to create Earth and other planets, his form became unstable. He divided his energy into fragments, placing parts of himself in the soil, trees, and creatures of each world. His physical body is no longer one solid being, but rather a construct of wood, stone, and earth—a puppet-like form held together by his energy. It is a living sculpture, an amalgamation of the very elements he created, animated only by his divine will. The body of Terras is a reflection of his creation: raw, untamed, and vast, like the Earth itself.

Terras is more than a creator of bodies; he is the forger of souls. Every living being is born of the lights on his hidden island, deep within the Antarctic's icy embrace. These lights are the souls of his creations, glowing with the purity of life. But not all lights remain untainted. When a soul darkens with corruption, Terras smashes it, severing the connection to its host. Corruption is not exclusive to humans; animals, plants, and all living things may fall to it. By destroying the corrupted lights, he ensures the cycle of life remains balanced, no matter how harsh the act may seem.

Terras resides on an island beyond the Antarctic ice wall—not the kind imagined by foolish flat-earthers, but a hidden sanctuary that mortals can only reach on foot. The journey is perilous; the closer one gets to the island, the colder it becomes. Few have ever reached his domain, as most perish before even catching a glimpse of its lush warmth and radiant beauty. Those who do find it may not even see it for what it truly is, for his island remains veiled to unworthy eyes.

The island itself is alive with plants and trees infused with his energy. Each leaf, each branch bears his symbols, a testament to the divine power that sustains them. Here, Terras slumbers, his presence maintaining the natural balance of the world and beyond. He watches over Earth and other planets he shaped, each home to unique lifeforms. Among these planets are two worlds that hold his creations: one in the Milky Way galaxy and one in Andromeda. Terras is aware that these two galaxies are fated to collide, an event his foresight did not account for. Yet even in the face of such cosmic upheaval, he trusts in the resilience of his creations.

It was Terras who asked Omega to spread the universe far and wide. He foresaw the danger of advanced civilizations—once his creations reach the next level of existence, they would pose a threat to one another. By dispersing the stars and worlds, he hoped to make it harder for his children to find and conquer one another. Still, even he underestimates the persistence of intelligent beings.

For now, Terras waits in his hidden paradise, watching as life unfolds across the vast expanse of the cosmos. He is not a God of intervention, but a God of creation and balance. His actions, though sometimes harsh, ensure that life endures and the cycle remains unbroken.