Long ago, humanity was thriving amongst themselves. Peace had been attained, and the world was about to enter a new golden age of technology. Light reigned ultimate over the universe, under the protection of the Sun-Lords, and under the grasp of the Light Gods Eris and Dael.
However, the gods knew this peace was only momentary. They felt the forces of Darkness growing, becoming more restless and bold, entering the far reaches of the universe with no qualms. But little did the light gods realize that this was no random coincidence.
One day, everything changed, as the small incursions became a full siege of beasts from the Nether Realm. The Sun-Lords, having fallen weak after not having to fight such wars, fell to the beasts of darkness, but the Gods continued to hold the monsters away, until one of the Dark Gods, known in an old tongue as "The Render", emerged from the eternal night, clashing with the two Gods.
In the fight of the three deities, the Render's massive claws slashed a massive rift in space itself, releasing both aspects of light and dark magics onto the universe. One of the places it hit the worst, however, was Earth, as the first few moments of the rift killed nearly half of the population of the planet, the energies twisting and mutating them. This is how the magical races of the world came to be, and how Witches propagated much faster than man in some areas. However, in places like the Dead Lands, the aftermath of the Render's fury can still be seen in the darkness of the lands.