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“This is first reception command of the Knowers, here representing our brethren to exchange information with the citizens of Starfall.”
“This is the Combined Fleet envoy of Starfall Mycroft. We are here for the exchange as well; we hope this partnership proves pleasant.”
And then there was no more rambling.
Be it the Knowers who had roamed the Void over 770,000 years ago, or the Mycroft people who were yearning immeasurably for the truth, both no longer wished to waste time on frivolities.
Under the illumination of the A-type star, the two Void warships slowly approached each other and commenced an information link.
To compensate for the Knowers’ unique means of communicating, the Mycroft faction had delivered archiving crystals—items produced with arcane translation. Even so, none could ensure anything would not be lost in translation, since the syntax of both civilizations were fundamentally different. The Knowers had the same problem themselves, having translated their own data stores.
It was precisely why the eight Legendary champions and the higher authorities of the Knowers were present—they needed to ask each other or simply communicate in spirit to fact-check the information provided.
A screen appeared before Joshua. As the Knowers’ data package was opened, voluminous text, images, and even pure spiritual forces that conjured illusions appeared before Joshua. It was the Knowers’ words, their changing moods, tone, and earnesty that were directly transmitted to him through those presences.
Joshua did all he could to suppress his excessively great will and gently accept the tone and mood that were given form, along with the information within.
Then, he seemed to hear something.
***
[In the days long gone before the Extinction attacked our stars, we roamed within our own borders and developed our civilization amidst stability. The uniqueness of our form made us place less importance to individuals, for as long as the information and knowledge of that which once existed were saved, the dead would have eternal life through the memory vaults of the living.]
[The end of the 2984th cycle was the end of a time of peace. 770,000 years ago, the World Eaters invaded our galaxy—one civilization fell after another, species that had developed intelligence only after millions of years were uprooted like weed. We put our lives on the line to repel the enemy and defeated several World Eaters but still failed in the end, fleeing wretchedly and saving no one… not even our closest allies.]
[The World Eaters caught up to us again when we were preparing to flee our home galaxy. That was when an unusual spaceship, supported by a great fleet, found us. They claimed to have discerned our talent and witnessed our norms from the beginning, and were aware that the importance we placed upon knowledge and memories were carved into the essences of our blood and the genome of civilization. They believed that we, who had fought against the World Eaters and survived, would stand against the Chaos in the distant future as well, and remember that history well.]
[They were the Fabulists. They believed that we were their heirs and passed us their most profound knowledge and information, elevating us into the great shrine of truth. They made us realize our smallness, our ignorance about the vastness of the Multiverse, and the necessity of duty, of sanctity, because we simply remained bound within our own galaxy.]
[“Do not be puzzled,” they had said then. “Our civilization has reached our limits, just as our mindset cannot not obtain the decisive development before the next Grand Cycle. That is why we hand you the future, and we shall buy you time.”]
[With that, they advanced and repelled the assault of the World Eater horde and made an opening so that we could flee to another galaxy.]
[Before they left, they gave us a single decree—that we shall use all of our power, civilization and species to protect the knowledge we had inherited. We would defend that legacy that lasted an unknown time and prevent the Multiverse from losing this vital truth.]
[The Precursors of Order, the Nameless Creator, and the Fabulists had all achieved that. We are certainly no exception.]
[People of Starfall Mycroft. We have decided to share our precious knowledge and inheritance with you—we had finally found another with which we could share this knowledge after 770,000 years. Let us begin now. Everything including the data of the World Eaters we encountered, all details of Chaos, histories of the precursors and the message left by the Wise One of the Arcane, we hand it all to you.]
*[Transmission commencing.] *
***
The phantom vanished.
Then came the vast surges of information.
First, there were many descriptions of up to thirty-four Evil Gods—Hate, Enigmas, Infection, Oddities, Regret, Apathy, Death Anxiety, Rage, Tolerance… names of Chaos unrecorded even in the Unified Archives of the Glorious Era and completely different from the ones that the Mycroft civilization once encountered appeared, just as intricate facts about those Evil Gods welled, including power levels, special abilities, and strategies. Though there were no unimaginably powerful Evil Gods such as Fertility or Death, the power levels of Tolerance and Unknown were at a terrorizing level as well.
Right after that were the endless histories of most Heirs—the Precursors of Order who steered tentacled, squid-shaped airships while busily illuminating flames of civilization over one galaxy after another, refining primitive life forms; the Nameless Creator who was a sentient nebula awakened by Order to mold one living world after another; the Fabulists, a courageous species created by the Nameless Creator that commanded crescent shaped ships to repel dozens of Evil Gods alone.
Every glorious Heir were not forgotten, recorded firmly into archives to exist eternally alongside knowledge.
Finally, Joshua saw—or perhaps felt, an enigmatic, choppy arcane message.
[I found clues about Him… center… were wrong. The Initial Flame is not shrinking but detaching, and it… must be stopped. The brilliance after the fire is the darkness after its extinction, and even after the hordes of World Eaters are wiped out, the stars must… launch their own attack.]
[I have determined His core essence… its name is Everlasting… He appeared to be seeking a great change… and yet He has not pursued power or authority. He was born unto an indeterminate time, a great being of ancient times of complete Cha… mind, it was inexplicable on every perspective.]
[Heir, remember. The World Eaters would only react to civilizations of Gadamer classification exceeding 2… civilizations of Class 2 and below would at most be invaded by minions, for the World Eaters that command the power of Everlasting could only see Extraordinary champions and civilizations with the depth to exist eternally… that is why if there was truly no other way, one could destroy their own civilization and technology so that it falls beneath Class 2 and be spared…]
[The Grand Cycle would soon begin. Our civilization would fall as well, while I head for the distant heart to seek the chance of a breakthrough—despite that, even if all should fall to darkness, there are things that must never be forgotten.]
[I am the explorer of the unknown, the traveler of the dense mist. I am the shelter of civilization and knowledge, guardian of history and future—I would stand steadfast as other civilizations fall, and even when other civilizations should forget their honor, I shall guide them and set them on the right path.]
