Empyron looked on the world below, and opened a mysterious portal into the whole world, across the entire world. He looked around the world, and noticed a lack of the supernatural, in a way. Sure, the gods were creating with their mysterious powers. The Humans, mean while, were stuck with their sticks, their skins, furs and leathers, as well as slings at the most. Not even the wheel nor the bow had been made. They hunted to survive and foraged in the wilds. For now, their existence was meager and almost useless. Empyron looked across the world. He came to the world and granted the first generation of Men, up to the first thousand, immortality. 

"Mankind, your first existence shall be never ending. You cannot die of disease or deterioration of the body. Even poison and magical plagues will have great difficulty harming you. However, you can still die from violence or incidences of negative kinds. Be careful, take care of your bodies and you will not die, even after thousands of years. Your children, grand children and great grandchildren will die. The first generation shall live for one thousand years, and each generation will live one hundred fewer years until they reach the age of one hundred. Finally, the world will begin to die, signalling the coming of the Twilight of the World. and Mankind will live fewer than one hundred years, and by reason may perhaps live longer than that for the oldest of them."

"But the entirety of Mankind shall receive the gifts of mystical expression of powers from the gods and the Heavens."