All across the multiverse, countless beings bowed their heads in obedience, taking to heart every word Elder had spoken. Not a single voice rose in protest, not a single thought dared oppose him—for his presence was law, and his wisdom, truth.
Now, with the foundation laid and the hearts of all aligned, Elder lifted his hand. The air shimmered, and the first sparks of destiny began to stir.
Thus began the Process of the Space Government—the shaping of order from chaos, the weaving of a new law for the multiverse.
When Elder had finished addressing the multiverse, his radiant presence faded from the skies. He withdrew from the sight of all and returned quietly to his castle, where the golden halls awaited his command.
There, he summoned Miss Missy.
"Show me the records," Elder said, his voice steady but firm. "The oldest galaxies, the first planets that were formed in this multiverse—from every direction."
"I will, Elder," she replied with a respectful bow.
At once, she lifted gracefully into the air. With a swift motion of her hand, countless orange-hued screens appeared around her, suspended in the air like stars scattered across the void. She worked with precision, weaving through them as they shifted and multiplied.
After a time, the records compiled into a single vast report—so immense that it could have filled an entire planet. She delivered it before Elder, the sheer weight of history gathered in one place.
Elder looked upon it, hesitant for a moment. Then, with a touch of sarcasm in his tone, he muttered:
"This many planets existed in the beginning?"
Elder immersed himself in the vast reports, carefully studying every record of the ancient planets and galaxies. Not a single page, not a single fragment of data escaped his attention.
Miss Missy aided him, conjuring visions of the past and present—inside views of planets, glimpses of galaxies from their core to their edge, and even the hidden threats that lurked in the silent, infinite expanse of space.
After long hours of study, Elder turned to her and asked, his voice calm yet thoughtful,"Do these planets harbor life, or are they barren?"
Miss Missy placed her hand over her chest and bowed slightly."I will work on it, Elder. By tomorrow, I shall give you the answer."
As Elder finished reviewing the immense report, he waited patiently for Miss Missy's findings on whether life still dwelled within those ancient planets.
Meanwhile, across the multiverse, his students carried on their work. On every world, they continued to teach the people how to live in peace—through wisdom, discipline, advanced technology, and by mastering the unique powers gifted to each of them.
Elder's heart swelled with gratitude. He knew his students would not fail him; they were his extension, his hope, his living legacy.
Since he had a rare moment of time to spare, Elder thought of his beloved younger brother. Perhaps I shall share a meal with him tonight, he mused. With that thought, he made his way to his brother's chambers.
But as he passed through the corridor, woman crossing his path stopped, her voice low and tinged with sadness.
"Your brother has been gone for three days," she whispered. "And he has not yet returned."
At her words, fear gripped Elder's heart. A chill coursed through him, heavier than any burden of command. Without hesitation, he resolved to seek his brother through the sight of his golden eyes. He turned toward the Tree of Creation, ready to open his vision.
But before he could, the woman stepped forward and gently placed her hand upon his arm.
"Wait, my eldest son," she said softly. "Listen to me. Your brother felt very lonely, for you spend all your days and nights working for the people you cherish. So he left to see them for himself. He wanted to understand who they are… and in doing so, he hoped to help you in your great work."
Before I knew it, Elder thought to himself, I had left my brother behind. I did not think of him, not even for a moment… and in my absence, I made him lonely.
Driven by this realization, Elder resolved to move forward quickly with his plans for the Space Government. He turned to Miss Missy and said firmly,"We must hasten the process."
Yet Elder did not know the full truth. His brother had left with the intent of helping him—but to the woman, this was something else entirely. This was the beginning of her hidden design, the first step in her plan to break the seal upon Them.
Summoning his students, Elder gathered them into the grand chamber of the golden castle. One by one, they entered with reverence, filling the hall with the radiance of their power. Elder had them sit upon the shining golden chairs that encircled the chamber.
When all was still, he rose and addressed them.
"My beloved students," Elder began, his voice warm yet commanding, "it brings me great joy to see you using your time wisely—teaching your people what I have taught you, guiding them toward peace. For this, I am grateful. But now, I have another task for you."
From among them, one student stood, bowing respectfully, his voice gentle yet obedient:"What shall be the work, my lord?"
Elder lifted his hand, and at once a dozen vast screens ignited around the chamber, their glow filling the hall with shimmering light.
"Look upon these worlds," Elder said.
The students gazed upward, their eyes fixed upon the images—twelve planets, each unique, each brimming with mystery, suspended before them in living color.
"From among all my disciples, I have chosen twelve of you for this great assignment," Elder declared. "You twelve will bear this responsibility."
At his words, the chosen twelve straightened their backs, their chests rising with pride. A solemn intensity filled their faces as they fixed their full attention upon their master, prepared to listen, to obey, and to shape the destiny he entrusted to them.
but, there is something common in these twelve planets that i chosen.
that is...