None.
The old gods are gone. From the Abyss, new gods rise, carrying light, memories of a bygone world, and the sins of those they have slain.
To a new world they emerge. A world where they may restore the Eternal Day. A world where they may name and shape as they see fit. A world to call their own.
Once, a nascent world lies empty – the sky above, dark and unfathomable; the land below, featureless and flat. As its gods soar through the winds, it is named, shaped, made into their images.
The land and sea is separated, mountains rise and forests grow, across the land men and beasts roam. The sky is permeated by the eternal Light. Unblinking, unwavering, merciless.