Nazar watched the various gods use their powers to shape the universe to their liking, but he himself wanted no part in it. Rather, he wanted a realm of perfect order for his own use before he brought order to this universe. Nazar drifted farther away from the other gods, considering his work to have little to do with them, and not wanting visitors to the realm he was about to create. He seemingly placed his hand into the space in front of him, and made a downward motion, cutting through a small part of space like scissors. He smiled. What was originally a minor part of the universe had now become an entrance to another entirely new realm, which would serve as a starting point to Nazar's work.

This realm was purely grey, with the atmosphere shifting from a silver colour to white every so often. Nazar wanted to begin shaping the grounds. He made more motions with his hands, and created a single island, due to his lack of experience and sphere of influence, Nazar could not replicate what Ravien had crafted. The ground in his realm was suspended in the air as a floating isle, the ground's colour being simply a mixture of grey and white, much like the realm's atmosphere itself. This did not bother Nazar, as for him, many colours were too individual and disorderly to be included in his work.