Life, Death
Jodron, in his jealousy and lust for personal power, attempted to kill Ukran. Luring him north into his mountainous realm. What is today known as Bulgaard. Jodron attempted to slay Ukran, in a belief that he would devour his burning body and take his power. But Ukran, grief stricken though he was over the loss of Vytol, was not easily taken by surprise.
Ukran struck Jodron with a fiery fist. Where once the Light Makers bodily fire harmed none. By his will, that fire would scorch.
Jodron cried in pain. Terror filling his heart. But Ukran pressed his hands upon the very being of Jodron as the Maker of Giants lay on the ground. One hand upon his chest, the other on his head. Jodron burned. Becoming a husk of ashen dust, barely holding together. Jodron was slain, and destroyed. And the Oraedar were now three in all the Universe. Where Jodron died, the earth sank deep, letting in the waters of the westward sea. And where the water flooded, now resides The Great Lake of Volkaat.
When Jodron died. The ground shook, and gravity itself became more imposing upon the world. Gravity, became finite. As well, as impermanent.