The world of Ego Breakers-Genesis

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After many tribulations, losses and wins the Obsidian Strongholds found themselves locked in battle with Ara above the Crying Planes, right outside of Obsidya proper, as the armies of the Primeval Sect clashed against those of the New Stronghold in the mud below.

Suddenly, without as much as a warning, time ground to a halt.

Screams died on dying soldiers' lips, maces and swords stopped mid-swing: everyone seemed frozen, and completely oblivious about it.

Everyone, of course, but Ara and the Strongholds themselves. They knew something was off. They could in some way feel time... not passing. 

They tried to break whatever spell was holding them captive. And tried. And kept trying.

Even as their memories of the circumstances that led them to fight one another faded, they  endured.

Even as the voices, and faces, and names of the companions that were only a few feet away were lost, they endured.

Even as they forgot their own name, or the name of anything at all, they desperately tried to resume... whatever they were doing before all this.

But they couldn't. Nor could they ever.

A different entity was meant to break this eternal stalemate. He had fallen through the cracks at the dawn of time, ending up at the very bottom of the Oniric Plane.

He could never have been anything but a useless observer, unable to even take part in the world that had created it, much less influence it in any way. Yet, perhaps, that was his saving grace; ignored by reality itself, he was unaffected by it breaking apart.

For the first time since time had been a thing, there was truly nothing to see, nothing to observe... but himself, he realized. He felt an uncomfortable tingle down his spine... And felt even more uncomfortable upon realizing he had a spine at all. 

Slowly, over the course of a couple of years, he took stock of his whole being. He figured out touch, cold, warmth, then he managed to find (or maybe build?) his hands, then his feet, then the rest of the limbs and torso. After a while he figured he was done... All that was left was to give himself a good hard look.

He didn't, not for a few years still.