The Predecessors are whispered of only in the most arcane texts as beings whose existence lies just beyond the membrane of reality. They are said to dwell in the interstices between worlds, their forms so vast and alien that mortal minds could scarcely register their presence without fracturing. It is said that only Sevarog has perceived them when the god's power was temporarily heightened following Boris' death. His increased awareness pierced their veil, allowing him to momentarily behold their forms: vast beings of thought and intent, their glittering synapses weaving the very fabric of fate.

Fragmented myths claim the Predecessors are the architects of creation itself: shimmering puppeteers whose fingers reach into every realm, guiding the rise and fall of empires, the turning of stars, and the dance of souls. Others claim they are preparing for something by collecting powerful beings from around creation, plucking them from their lives and taking them into their infinite plane where they are made to fight. Despite ancient speculations and theories, their motives remain inscrutable. Some scholars dare to call them benevolent stewards, sculpting reality toward a hidden harmony; others warn they are indifferent predators, playing cosmic games with existence as their prize. No prophecy, prayer, or vision has ever revealed their true purpose.

Mortal ambitions, like Gideon’s quest to unlock their secrets, are said to echo faintly in the Predecessors’ vast designs as fleeting ripples on a shore of eternity. And when Sevarog looked upon them, even the god of death felt something he could not name: a dread more ancient than oblivion, as though the Predecessors held dominion over forces that might one day render death itself a minor footnote in their grand calculus.

In the end, all that is certain is their enigma; these titanic minds exist and watch, with their plans involving all as they unfold just beyond the reach of any living will.