In the boundless void where eternity whispered across time, Elyon stood, ethereal and resolute, before the Council of Ancients. These celestial beings, older than the stars, convened at the Heart of Creation-a place where realities converged and new worlds were ordained. "Elyon, you have been chosen," the voice of Liora, the eldest among them, thundered softly, resonating with the harmony of the cosmos. Her form shimmered like stardust, a silhouette against the infinite darkness. "The realms we govern falter under the weight of their own complexities. A new world is needed, one founded on the pillars of justice and equity." Elyon, once a guardian spirit tasked with instilling fairness in the hearts of mortals, felt the weight of his new duty. As a newly ascended deity, the task was daunting, yet the honor immense. "I will create a realm where justice prevails, where balance is the cornerstone of existence," he vowed, his voice a mere echo in the vast expanse.