As the war raged on between Light and Dark, MSI and the Demons and DreamWalkers of the world, a balance remained out of sorts...And the powers that be sought to restore the earth to it's natural state.


Years ago, 15 years or more, the world as we knew it ceased to exist. Below the surface, a great stir began, and in the bowels of the earth, a great force rose, shifting and changing...


Alroth.


As the powers that be sought to block his entrance into the mortal realm, the tectonic plates of the earth began to shift. With each movement, the edges of the seven continents began to break away, losing all those that lingered there. With the shift, the world began to move, the lands shifting together with the greatest force as the seas raged on and on.


A great earthquake broke loose the lands, causing them all to rock on the tumutluous oceans until land crashed against shores, mountains moved, valleys forged...and the world had changed.


Where once seven continents floated amid the seas, now only one remained. What was left of the world had been merged into one mass of land, races of all lands converging on one point, the remaining piece of earth.


The center of the United States and South America met with the lands of Europe and Asia as Australia crashed into Africa and bonded across the Mediterranean Sea. Japan slid aside what was left of Asia, and the islands that once dotted the coasts were swallowed by the sea. A mass of a chain of mountains flanked the edge of this new world, and the sea surrounded it, glowing no longer a serene blue, but a deep, dark maroon, swallowing up the remnants of a land that used to be.


This new world...this new mass of darkness and despair was called Nebula, for the center now was none other than Nebula Street, in what was once Lower London...the home of MSI.


Chaotic shifts brought about the introduction of the Avatars, beings set upon earth to control the elements in favor of those that fought for the Light, the good. In the beginning, there were only four, and as the centuries marched on, they faded into the background, ruling their realms from the quiet solitude they had created.. They were created from the depths of the water and earth, from the fire and air of the lands...And other were bestowed with the powers of the lesser elements, such as tides and shadows, lightning and the winds.


Now, in the year 2026, life is hardly normal as demons in disguise walk side by side with humans of a darker day. The world is running, with it's chain and gears, and MSI is the Mecca of it all. With the marketplace to it's side, and the hospital and the Land of Dreams, it all seems so surreal.


Through the night, many come to pay homage at the Temple of Talias, since no singular religion remains and only one language is spoken among the world. A broken English and a forgotten faith...


Nebula is the nightmare of yesterday...and MSI and DWU are the last of this world's hope.