For centuries, wars and hatred have raged across the face of Entia. The screams of the dead echo from their graves. The lamentations of their survivors harmonize with those death cries in a sorrowful choral of despair. When the cries were all spent, hatred again welled up inside the hardened hearts of the populous. Vengence... blind furious vengence. Such energy was not to be ignored by the master of chaos. From beyond the boundries of the Void, Nixil exerted his will upon the realm and began to harness the strength of these strifes. Year after year, war upon war, hate upon hate, he gathered them all together. When all at once, all those contentions congealed together in a shapeless mass of darkness. Nixil touched this darkness and gave it sentience. He called the shadow Gohrm, and made it his servant. Another minion to corrupt Phaet's creation, he was turned loose upon the realm. Assuming any form he wished, Gohrm stormed into the realm to wreak havok. He grew stronger feeding off the chaos and strife he caused. Hatred, despair, jealousy, lies... they are his morsels to sow, reap, and consume.

-Translated from the Bahkir Tablets, believed to be a myth of ancient Suma-