A long, long, time ago, when Millagua was first born, he was not yet aware of himself. That is because the incarnation of time-stasis was not always, strictly speaking, alive. If you trace movement and energy back to the origin of the universe, you will always find traces of Millagua, because where there is light, there is darkness, and whenever something exists, its opposite (or at least its potential) exists.

With the creation of the universe, there was movement. With that movement, there was also the potential for a lack of movement. That potential was Millagua.

But Millagua did not take any physical form for many billions of years, and even when he finally did, he was a mindless, lumbering, primeval creature.

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In the time before the Colosseum, long before the Table of Heaven was ever even conceived of, there lived a greedy, bloodthirsty galactic wizard called Ram Gram Woole. This evil, selfish creature embroiled himself in mortal combat with the Great Wandering Machuck, an early child of the universe whose curiosity led her on many adventures, and who is one of the most celebrated gods in all Cannesia, with hundreds of shrines big and small celebrating different aspects of her journey.

Well, during Ram Gram Woole’s battle with Great Wandering Machuck, the pair managed to stop time and space in a ploy to finally kill each other. That was the moment that led to Millagua’s sentience.

Millagua matured slowly. He woke for brief periods, only to fall back into stasis for eons. Such was his nature. He was the god of non-movement. Sometimes, while he slept, he dreamed. Some of his dreams were good, but others frightened him. Bagua, the were-bat, was one of the most terrifying creatures to haunt him.