When Telsis, the god of gods was creating Mystyria and the heavens, he realized it was too vast to govern on his own. He decided that others would be needed; gods who could manage the land and the otherworldly realms. Mystyria started as an uneventful landmass with a lake of rich, crimson blood in its center. From this fountain of power he drew the gods. They walked the mortal realms as men and women for a century until they ascended into godhood.

Several hundred years later, the lake, now referred to as the 'Pool of Divinity', dried up and became a barren hole in the northern part of the world. Then one day, a tree began to sprout from its muddy bed. A towering giant known as the 'Blood Tree' stood where once was the Pool of Divinity.

The Tree grew to an extraordinary size; nearly two miles in circumference. Its roots buried deep within the ground, their ends trickling down into Mydian's Underworld. Even the foliage up top reached beyond the shroud of the clouds. Out of all the peculiarities and astonishing records of size and distance, the most amazing thing about the Blood Tree was the fruit it began to bear.

There were large melons; bigger than coconuts that began to thickly sprout along its dense foliage. The sight of this strange red fruit gave Mystyria's first mortals hope. For once they had found a prosperous crop that was abundant enough to feed a nation.

Once the first melon was cracked open against a hard stone, they saw that the bitter fruit would not sustain them. Just like the veins that ran within the tree, the fruit was full of rich, crimson blood. Most of the mortals shunned the tree, but those who served the evil gods of the north embraced it.

Mydian loved the tree so much that he built his stronghold around it, appropriately named Bloodgate. Other cities flocked to its power and up from the ground rose Xenthia, Darcascis, and Crynsia.

The tree continued to bear bloody fruit for thousands of years, until the first War of Balance where it began to serve a greater purpose. During the first War, Mystyria was introduced to vampires. Through curse and carnage, their numbers began to multiply at a prestigious rate. Three-hundred years after the first War's end, the vampire populous was around four-hundred thousand.

The vampires flocked to the tree for comfort and food. The dense foliage blotted out the sun and they were safe inside of Bloodgate beneath the cover of their towering sentinel. Mortals were no longer hunted or needed since the fruit could sustain them.

They even grew so attached to the Blood Tree that they began to build homes connected by rope bridges between its branches. The cluster of houses grew until it literally became a town of its own which the inhabiting vampires called Nighthaven.

The Blood Tree was truly a one of a kind. Its thick, pulpy seeds would not thrive in any soil, or any blood. Only the essence of a god--of blood so pure, could sustain such a tree. The vampires realized just how precious their wooded home was.

For seven centuries, Lyluss, the goddess of good watched as the vampire population spun out of control. After Mydian ignited the second War of Balance, her soldiers assaulted Bloodgate and brought the tree down with the help of a hundred-thousand men and eighty tons of red dragon ash.

Nighhaven fell to the streets of Bloodgate and the countryside swam with blood for nearly a decade. The vampires were forced to abandon the city and learn how to hunt prey again.

The stump of the Blood Tree withered away but years later, Mydian built a towering structure on top of it known as the Martax. Inside, his wizards and engineers began to work on something that the world has always feared. The unknown.