When the aeons had passed since the birth of the world, Terror still burned with the fury of a celestial furnace. Yet four billion and five hundred million years ago, calamity befell—A wandering planet, vast and mighty, named Silalea, equal in stature to Mars itself, plunged forth and collided with Terror in the shadowed void.
The clash was no mere accident, but a thunder of heaven resounding through eternity. The crust was torn asunder, the heavens quaked, and the seas of the future had not yet been born. But from that devastation arose the seed of creation—For the fragments of Silalea and Terror were woven together, becoming the eternal companion of the night: the Moon, guardian of tides and keeper of the balance, who would cradle the life yet to come.
When the wheel of time turned to four billion years past, Terror was no longer aflame as in its earliest days. It unfolded into oceans vast and deep, Clouds condensed into drops, and waters spread upon the earth. Ancient plants arose, painting the first green upon the face of the world. And in that oceanic cradle, the first life of the universe was born.
Their name was Fralius Craus Aryaginus.
They were but a single cell, yet clad in a whiteness like snow, radiant with a dignity surpassing all life that would follow. Smaller than the breath of mist upon the sea, and yet within them lay a treasure most profound: the genetic inheritance, crafted and refined by the eternal decree of the cosmos.
They were not a mere accident of matter, but the forebears of mankind, the truest root of the bloodline destined to rule the earth. Through division in the briny deep, through adaptation and transformation across endless ages, they paved the path that would lead to the most exalted being—the race of intellect, the race of will.
Oh Fralius Craus Aryaginus—though thou wert simple and solitary, thou wert the first sovereign of the primeval sea, the hunter of the ancient abyss, who laid the foundation of a civilization vast and glorious, which in time would be revealed in the name of Man.
Therefore I, Aelyzabeth von Thors, offer these words unto the chronicles of the universe: That the bloodline of mankind rose not from worthless mud, but as the heirs of Sillos, the supreme consummation of evolution, the rightful rulers and the only sovereigns—above the earth, and above the oceans without end.
Thus ends Chapter A-II.