In the silence before time, the Hexarchy emerged from the Astral Font to divide the domains of reality before withdrawing into the Far Empyrean, leaving only stars and laws to guide mortals.

The world is an anchored island of matter floating within a sphere of crystal, with the Hexarchy residing on the external surface, watching through the pinpricks of light mortals call stars.

The pantheon functions as a cold assembly where duties are strictly partitioned to ensure existence persists, though they rarely communicate directly.

The gods are indifferent observers who provide power through strictly codified prayer; they do not intervene in person, instead sending subtle omens or geometric patterns in the sky to indicate their will.

Upon death, souls travel to the Rim, where Moritha weighs their legacy before passing them to their respective patron's outer-planar archive for eternal reflection.