When she sundered it as Hydaelyn, she sundered everthing to the aetherial level. Everything was reduced to a fraction of what it was before, including the star itself, split into fourteen reflections of itself. Our people were reduced to short-lived things, wasting their unbearably short lives arguing and fighting with each other over accomplishing anything meaningful. The creatures we so painstakingly introduced to the star were left to run rampant. Some that shouldn't have been released at all found their way out as well. In short: it was chaos.

...And only myself, Lahabrea, and Elidibus survived her blade, at the cost of having to forsake our physical bodies. We found the sundered souls of the rest of the Convocation and tried to restore them, but they were never the same. Together, we eventually found a way to rejoin the errant shards to the Source. Which is what I have been doing for the past twelve thousand years - and what Rhea'li finally succeeded in halting by killing me.