Atlantis was a grand and prosperous city created by the Weaver, an island nation born of planning, focus, and the drive to bend the wild oceans to the needs of order.
Atlanteans were a thoughtful and sturdy race, if brutal and unimaginative. Their immortality brought them into the realm of legend. The Atlanteans used the energy from the Sun to give them technological achievement no civilization on Earth could imitate. Everything was made possible by solar collection, which the Weaver-spawn knew was plentiful and easily collected by an artificial island. They equipped themselves with weaponry imbued with elemental powers and wore bright metal armor which was both regenerative and constructed so that it would become more mighty against attacks it had already encountered. In time, a phalanx of Atlantean warriors could become invulnerable to the onslaught of an entire army, wading through the fray like a scythe through tall grass. It is through their military formidability that Atlantis found itself poised to conquer the nations of the Earth, for the purpose of converting all human effort to the Weaver in its Triatic bid for dominance of Gaia.
The Wyld had other plans. Lilitu rained down the fury of the Wyld (literally) on the Atlantean landmass until she could no longer. Then, she realized Antlantis’ dependence on the Sun’s presence and sacrificed her freedom to drag the great island to the bottom of the sea, where no light could penetrate, pinning it down in the dark beneath her sleeping mass. The stored solar power was not enough to resurface; only a few vehicles, machines, and life-sustaining apparati remained operational. The Atlanteans still trapped inside their city-island, undying, remained dormant in the deep water. The subsequent surge of ocean tides created The Flood and the first Drowning of the Earth.