The conquest of Metaase during The Descent was trivial in comparison to the Shet’zen‘s greater plans. The divine order of creators was within their grasp. A bloody war with the heavens was soon to come. The Shet’zen harnessed impossibly powerful ancient magics from every corner of Metaase. They stole power from all of the lesser races and brought it to bear at full force against the gods. Spells of unimaginable power and weapons forged by the greatest craftsmen the world had ever known tore through the heavens. First the good gods fell. One by one, the Shet’zen tore them from their divine thrones and smote them. The blood of the gods was used to further wage war on the godly race. The evil gods who had at first, aided the Shet’zen in their endeavors, were annihilated as gruesomely as their kin. The war was long and bloody. Hundreds of thousands died in the pursuit.
Ultimately, however, it did not matter. All of the gods had fallen to the Shet’zen and their goal was realized. Slowly the empire shrank back to it’s lands. The allied leaders began to grow restless with their lust for more. Eventually infighting broke out and the empire fractured. Several more wars scarred the lands as the Shet’zen fought out of pure bloodlust. When the dust settled, the empire was severed and the The Seven Nations were formed—a shaky alliance of the former empire, their uniting goal eventually conquer the other continents of the world- and perhaps one day even the planes.