The era of Divinity.
All is dark, shapes don’t exist. Innumerable souls merge and flow through one another. Their energies becoming one with the plane of death. Bright spears of light Pierce the darkness, forcing it into a long forgotten material form. before yanking the souls out of the infinite void. As each soul is captured, they are bound to their saviors. The force that holds them solid, commands their motions. Dragged through a turbulent vortex, and into a frigid wasteland. Each of the long forgotten bodies stand, naked, at the ready. For hours each body stands motionless, as more and more souls fill their ranks. Finally, after hundreds of bodies stand in perfect formation, waves of light shine throughout their ranks. Armor replaces the sight of bare flesh. Each hand grasps a shield or longsword.