Draumur stood stoicly as he listened to his father while his other siblings gather in around him. The dark cloaked figure marveled as several millions of stones materialize in thin air and then slowly, began forming a spherical boulder in front of them. His father called it a universe, and what a curious thing it is! Draumur studied the floating boulder with such interest. It looked quite bare, yet, it possesses a certain stark beauty that draws the god's attention to it. And for the first time in eons, Draumur felt incredibly excited.

But only then he noticed the significant change in the void. Once there has been a pitch black shroud covering each one of them, but now, some sort light has started to seep into the thick blackness, a light that seems to be coming from the orb of rock his father has created. He was a little impressed at what this little orb can do.

Draumur watched as his other siblings began to sprinkle life and shape to the universe while he waited for his turn. 'Not quite soon.' he surmised. He presides over a whole different realm unlike Ybris and Finnos, or Empyron that his not much of help in creating and forming. But at the spark of life he knew his time draws nearer. He glanced over at Cyrilla impatiently. In order for him to establish his influence he must work with his sister, and she seem not in much hurry about it.

"Bestow now your gifts sister, and I shall make it the best gift the universe has ever received." Draumur said impatiently, his form shifting in every other word he utters.