Dimensional Descent

Lady Emberheart burst into the throne room, her heart beating out of her chest and cold sweat running down her back. She gripped her ribbon tightly as though prepared for the fight of her life.

Soon afterward, a pair of elders followed her. These two were none other than the Ancestors of the Ma'at. Though their reaction wasn't as fierce as Lady Emberheart's, the seriousness in the pinch of their brows couldn't be underestimated in the slightest.

But when they burst in, they found that nothing at all was waiting for them. Their hearts seized as they felt that there was no way they had misinterpreted those sorts of signs. Someone powerful had been here, so where did they go? Or more importantly, what had they done while they weren't paying attention?

Their hearts leapt into their throats as they looked around, checking every tile until they spotted a pair of footprints.

Their hearts beat fast, nearly rushing out of their bodies. Sweat poured off of them in waterfalls.

The throne room of the Spirituals was an exceptionally sacred place. Not many knew, but no one sat on this throne, not even Lord Emberheart. The reason was that this Throne wasn't made for them.

Generations ago, before the Spirituals branched off from the Human Race, they were just known to be more talented forms of humans. They were still born as souls, but the difference was that just as they were about to be birthed, their mothers would have to consume a great deal of resources to form fleshly bodies for them.

The difference between that time and now was that Spirituals were fully born as souls and then constructed their own bodies themselves.

It was thanks to this that the connection between Spirituals and humans was hidden. Most didn't know if one was born a Spiritual or not because the entire process was hidden within their mother's wombs. Often, even the mother wouldn't be aware of what was happening until she approached her due date and began to inexplicably lose weight in an unhealthy fashion.

Of course, this loss of weight was a result of her baby stripping her of the resources it needed to construct its body.

For a long time, the Human Race thought that these babies were just supremely talented geniuses that needed more support to be born. And technically, they weren't wrong.

born that everyone began to research into this matter and realized the

was then that a conclusion

the Human Race's Path

Races were unique in the path they took to become God Races. Their mutations

Spirituals, the Cloud Race, or the Nomad Race, one would notice that many of them looked quite a lot like humans with

one was to the realm of the Gods, the less... "Human" they

skin, the scales of Dragons, and blood

Race were practically entire universes in and of themselves, storing planets, stars, and galaxies in

Sylvan had practically stripped themselves of all

even have

humans. On the one hand, it reminded them of their former weakness, and on the other, it was

also managed to become powerful, that was all the

what did this have to do with

the Human Race successfully wasn't just due to their own internal racism and feelings of superiority, though that did play a part. It was also, in part, an act of kindness

the Human Race to achieve their own goals, and they knew that once they were gone, the Human Race might truly be finished. As such, they made a

many didn't know was that the prophecies of the tablets didn't come until long after

Grade Legacy Tablet told of a blade that crossed through space and time, carving itself into the indestructible metals that formed