Part of the Book in Conception

Many ages before the ascent of man, when the world was still young, there lived the Giants. Gentle creatures they were, these Beings so beloved to life. Coaxed by their song the forests grew filled with magnificent trees that spanned the height of hills. Coaxed by their loving touch flowers bloomed in the most arid desert. The most feral and the gentlest of creatures lived in harmony in their presence, for to be in their company filled hearts with a joy they could not fathom.

Ages passed in peace, before the Corruption arrived. The black rot spread slowly, preying on the innocent unsuspecting nurturers, twisting their souls and emerging as an evil vaster than could be borne by the realm. The deeper the pain they caused the deeper was their delight and rarely did they gift the relief that death brought. Oceans were born of the blood they shed of other races and of each other, yet it seemed their malevolence was insatiable. Mutilated was the wilderness that they once so cherished.

Thus to rid the living of this menace were created beings Six, mightier than the destroyers within whose powerful grasp the world threatened to crumble. Their body was shaped from the earth itself, their sinew entwined with that of the strongest metals that slept within. Windstorms blew to fill their lungs, to give them life. Their hearts…

Three hearts were carved of the coldest ice, and Three hearts were fire molded. And so they drew their first breath and the eyes of the mightiest race that ever lived opened in unison. Those that witnessed knew an awe and fear with an intensity such that it seemed would never visit the living again.

from Tale of The World In Many Nutshells by Haephaerium, 4th Historian Elect of Kraedon, 112 years prior to the Great Purge