Alvar did not know how old he was. He was just a stone by the Fengdu River. He sat faithfully for thousands of years by the river until he gained a soul.
The spiritual energy in the Palace of Judgement was immense, allowing the stone to condense a spirit form after countless years.
When Alvar gained sentience, he had neither joy nor sorrow in his heart. His nature as a stone made him unable to be whimsical as the flowers that gained sentience near him and his towering form made them afraid to befriend him.
Alvar did not mind. Time went on.
All living things were to be subjected to trials of fate, Alvar was more than content to sit there harmlessly for over another millennium until…
He came.
A man had walked into the backyard of the Palace of Judgement and sat in his true form.
