There was once a force of evil, so dark and powerful that even the Creator of his universe feared him. His name was Morgoth.

He caused ruin to the land of Arda, destroying beautiful arts and corrupting the hearts of men and elves alike. He corrupted the most powerful elf, whose crafts rivaled those of the Gods, who could take down a Fire Demon single handedly. This caused a brutal war between the elves. Then this particular elf journeyed with his army to the Dark Fortress of Morgoth. He fell before its gates, after slaying huge amounts of orcs by himself and holding his own against the entire legion of Balrog Demons.

It grew so out of hand that the Humans of Arda had to alliance with the elves and even the Gods sent an army to help. After a long battle, Morgoth's armies fell and Morgoth himself was cast into the void to rot. His servants, all except Sauron, were defeated. But not before Morgoth poured his blackest malice into the fabric of reality itself…

But he did not know about the multiverse.

The place where the ultimate power lay hidden, waiting to be released.

Only the God of wisdom, Olorin, knew about this, and even he hardly knew anything about it.