He believe that his humanity and love for the world was holding him back. To a to being all he could, a deity he let those things go. He was so powerful his emotions solidified into mystical sacred objects.


The harp reflecting the songs he would sing Full of passion where love hope or loss ever amplified his emotions

The hammer for his desire to build and create all types of structures clothes even worlds

The book a reflection of his passion about knowledge To remember even the smallest of things

The mask to become anything to fit the situation at hand whether that be a shoulder to lean on or just to fake the courage needed

The shield always being the person to protect others even at the cost of himself taking damage

The spear from the desire to fight with real passion that causes one to stand up for what they believe

These relics fell to the Earth and with them his last tears saying “My love compared to yours is unimaginable but for the little love you gave me a give you this the last of my love. If you ever see fit to take me down acquire these relics and face me”.

His tear was a mixture of pain and loving loss his crimson blood infused within it causing the tear to glow a rose gold color. Who wants to tear hit the Earth the splash spread it around the planet these droplets crystallize into Phorium.

His words were so powerful it enchanted the hearts of all those on the planet gifting them with magical powers to be in the world in the fabric it was made of.

Those are the hands saw to take the relics and control the world with them

Those of the wings decided to take the relics and shield them from the world

Those of the mouth decided to destroy the world with the relics

Those are the eyes when it no other group to control all the relics

As Eric pulled his heart back together the very realm itself broke and shattered. Love was supposed to stop this. Those who he had given his love to was supposed to stop this from happening but they were nowhere to be found in his darkest hour.

The realm being that of Phoria then broke into many small realms were created but the largest ones being four in total was where these.

Fantasy was realm where anything good come true A little to nothing makes sense where you’re crazy if you’re sane

Nightmare was realm Filled with monsters and beast lurking in the shadows your fear might just save you or be your demise

Reality was a realm where magic and power didn’t exist but that doesn’t mean that it’s any less dangerous

Dream was a realm filled with magic and wonder but the real threat is those who seek to use that against others