Time passed at an incomprehensible speed; millions of years flew by quickly. This time, the world was undergoing rapid changes simply because some intelligent civilizations were emerging on the planet. Ninety-nine percent of them were destroyed either by time itself or by irrational predators that were simply stronger than them. For more chapters visıt 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 There was only one single civilization that managed to remain on top throughout all this time. Not only that, but ninth-tier mages appeared among them — this was utterly insane. In such a short time, a race managed to become the patrons of this world. There was no one who could stand against them, whether in intelligence or brute force. They were not able to develop a language during this period; this was somewhat amusing. Their strength grew far faster than their knowledge, which caused their interactions to be based entirely on mana. They became capable of developing complex conversations and hierarchizing their organization. Their problem was that their speed of development was too fast, leaving dozens of gaps in their civilization. Their race became known among themselves as the "Eternals." They scorned all other races, and in little time dominated the entire planet through sheer force. "Your time has passed, elder. The council has decided to ban your existence to the Vale of the Unknown," a group of humanoid trees said before a being also humanoid but made of white wood. Moreover, it had some red leaves upon its body, and its eyes were completely yellow. This being was the first rational mage that ever existed, not only that but the first of its race. It was that wooden being who had died over Kayden a long time ago. Before him were some mages who were old, but none as old as he. "You have decided to close the Temple of Rebirth for our race? The very reason we are at the top of this world?" The disbelief in his voice was palpable. He had brought his race to this place. His actions had been pure and perfect. There had been no segregation. Any thought of gaining advantage from this situation never crossed his mind. He remembered the fear of living alone, the fear of being killed at any moment. His race had taken away his loneliness. He had done everything for them, and now he was being completely stabbed in the back. "Yes, the cycle of life and oblivion must be kept according to destiny. This is an aberration." The words seemed beautiful, but to the primordial it was obvious they were false — nothing but an attempt at dominion. "I understand." He sighed and... killed everyone around him without difficulty. After that, he disappeared, leaving his race to continue its natural cycle as it always had. Every few thousand years, he saw the same decision being taken again by others. Not only that, but he saw his race enslaving everyone in this world, turning everything into something to satisfy their personal desires. That was... so pathetic — a quest for something meaningless. "Kill them all; this world is a failure," a voice said in his mind after going through the same cycle of trying to monopolize the Rebirth area. Something returned in the primordial’s soul — memories of an ancient life came back to him. His thoughts were not very clear, but his actions were. He began killing everyone in this world. His force was so disproportionate that there was no difficulty at all. It only took him quite some time to finish it. "It is clean." The mage looked upon an empty world. How pathetic this world was. "You are the god of all this, yet you cannot know who you yourself are," the voice released in his mind after all of that. "God? What is that?" The mage received no answer. The voice did not return after a few hours or millennia. It didn’t matter how much time passed — it remained only in his memory, something he was able to recover after an infinite span of deaths and rebirths. "Jordan Draconis," he murmured to himself. He had been reborn in this form of life but did not know how or why. He could not even comprehend his death, only vaguely remembering seeing a scepter and a crown. Jordan had closed the temple long ago. Rebirth was not something that should be allowed for mortals; they were incapable of handling it. They were mages corrupted by nature. Every rational mage was, in the end, a malevolent being, someone who would act thinking only of themselves. New races began appearing during this time. New civilizations arose in different ways. Jordan remained completely reclusive. Solitude was terrible, but he learned to deal with it; he learned to seek power in a very long cycle of death and new lives. From time to time, Jordan made interventions in this world. He distributed treasures or knowledge that he had refined slowly. This caused great bursts of growth everywhere, but wars and more wars meant that few civilizations were able to remain stable. Meanwhile, Kayden was there — dead to all beings of this existence, only a body resting eternally. His mind was becoming clearer. Every moment, he was able to think better. He reached a point where he could give small instructions to mages on the surface, but that was all. Kayden had become a watcher. He could see everything in this world, but was unable to interact with almost anything, only releasing a few words using mana. His body and soul were completely destroyed. He seemed like cheese full of holes — many pieces of his soul no longer existed. He could not form very complex thoughts, nor carry out decent mana manipulations. Kayden was dead. Any mage who saw his state would ask how or why he still tried to remain alive. The truth was that he was rebuilding his soul, but at a very slow pace — bizarrely slow. The chance of him seeing a new era or the birth of a celestial in this period was real, simply because he spent trillions of years to make minuscule progress. Kayden was recovering at least his full consciousness. He was subconsciously repairing this portion of his soul first. His mind would be restored much earlier than any of his strength or potential — if he were truly capable of restoring anything.