The 10th Millennium, after the Sovereignty of Humanity stood firm at the center of the universe.
A man sat in a vast chamber surrounded by towering shelves that reached the crystal dome ceiling. Every shelf was filled with human history books, ancient documents, and records written in ink from a time before the galaxy knew light. He was reading an old manuscript, written by one of his ancestors—one of those who first followed Primus Aeternum in the First Eternal War, the war that changed the course of human history at the heart of the galaxy.
This man was no ordinary human. He was one of the honored nobles who led The 24 Pillars of Humanity, an ancient institution that safeguarded the principles, knowledge, and strategies of humankind from the age of darkness. This institution was not merely a council—it was the moral and intellectual foundation that ensured humanity would never again fall into the ruin it once endured.
His face was handsome, with a sharp jawline and sky-blue pupils—calm yet piercing. He lived in the capital of Terra Aeterna, the sacred city built atop the ruins of the old civilization, now the spiritual and strategic center of humanity. There, he guarded Mater Lumina, the Mother of Mankind, who resided on the Supercontinent Aurica—a land never conquered by aliens, demons, or angels.
He had just received a report from his subordinates: the members of the 24 Pillars of Humanity, often called the "Round Table," would return to Terra Aeterna to discuss a major expedition to the center of the universe in six months.
Carefully, he turned page after page of the history book. The pages depicted the story of the first ancestors who followed Primus Aeternum—war after war, and the sacrifices that allowed humanity to survive total annihilation. Every word carried the scent of the past—from the ashes of battle, the dried blood on the battlefield, to the fleeting light of victory etched into collective memory. That memory remained alive in every descendant, even as time folded history into myth.
I want to tell you, my descendants: knowledge during the first age of human darkness was extremely limited. We knew little about the fate of our enslaved ancestors, about the defeats we suffered, and how humanity was scattered across star zones without clear leadership. That history was not neatly recorded—it was passed down by word of mouth, generation to generation, sometimes lost, sometimes altered, and often obscured by alien and AI propaganda seeking to erase our trace.
Many humans resisted during that time, but all were mercilessly wiped out. The aliens gave us no chance to rise again—at least not until Primus Aeternum descended onto the battlefield. The human federations that emerged during the age of darkness failed to save humanity entirely. Every attempt to restore our glory collapsed, leaving a galaxy filled with suffering, emptiness, and inherited shame.
To fully understand what happened during humanity's age of darkness before the First Eternal War, we must first know the history of the universe. The age of discord, wars with aliens, the rebellion of artificial intelligence, and humanity's golden age that felt so brief—all of it forms the foundation of our present. You may think I'm mad, because I am but a slave writing this record, but I know the history of the universe better than most believe.
All of this was told to us by Leonidas and Arthur Pendragon, before we entered the void portal to face the Lord of Emptiness. They were not mere legendary figures—they were beings who became symbols of human strength and courage, transcending ordinary humanity. They did not speak of victory, but of sacrifice. They did not promise salvation, but demanded bravery.
You may wonder how someone could become like Arthur Pendragon, Leonidas, or the other warlords we call The Eternal Warlords. The answer is simple yet brutal: you must become a monster—more terrifying than the Seven Void Sins. Yes, that's right: among mortal humans like us, they are often called the Blood Sovereign. Their principle is simple yet terrifying: non-human beings must die. Every method is used to face the enemies of humanity—methods unimaginable to ordinary humans. That is why every alien at the center of the universe trembles when they hear their names.
You can find more information about them in the book written by Mater Lumina, but I won't go into detail here. We, the nobles, one of humanity's pillars, must understand how each millennium shifts: why we left the Solar System, how the journey to the center of the universe caused time dilation, and how human history spread across the galaxy.
To you, my descendants: one hour at the center of the universe equals seven years in the Solar System. That means when we spend fifty millennia at the galactic core, billions of years may have passed in the Solar System. This is why the Rhulara time-jump gate must always remain stable. If not, humans at the galactic center will face another age of darkness. I always tell my descendants to protect Mater Lumina, even if our family must face extinction. She is the one who stabilizes the portal, and she is the foundation of humanity's survival.
Mater Lumina is vital to humankind. Only two people are capable of stabilizing the Ātaršum energy within her—an immense power equal to Primus Aeternum. We once tried an alternative: sacrificing ten thousand children with high Ātaršum energy to open a path for the Imperium Navy Sovereignty's expedition to the center of the universe. The result? Only one expedition succeeded. Mortal humans cannot make such sacrifices, except in the most desperate situations.
As I write this record, I hope my descendants understand: our history is not just about victory or defeat. It is about courage, sacrifice, and the flame of hope that never dies in the darkness that surrounds the galaxy. Every name, every event, every sacrifice is a lesson for us—so that humanity may endure, evolve, and one day raise its banner again at the center of the universe.
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The Mystery of the Souls of Humanity's Warlords
As you know, my descendant, the warlords of the Sovereignty of Humanity are not entirely human. They are artificial humans, created directly by Primus Aeternum on a mountain known as Nonexistent.
No one knows the exact location of that mountain. Even the generations of humanity before the 5th millennium never found it, despite the advanced technology of their era. The mountain is believed to be the largest on Earth, the mother of all mountains. Some say the other mountains are merely "veins" of that primordial peak. Many believe its entrance is hidden beneath the Starlight Citadel, the grand palace of the Sovereignty of Humanity, guarded by a colossal entity ready to kill anyone who dares to look upon it.
Many have tried to guess the mountain's location. Some say it lies beneath the garden often visited by Mater Lumina, but no one has ever truly seen it. Only Mater Lumina knows its secret.
It is said that Primus Aeternum created a vast chamber within the asthenosphere, precisely in the Earth's mantle. There, he lit a great furnace near the outer core—so close to the inner core itself. In that chamber are stored various human technologies ever created, including several sealed away for being incompatible with the principles of Primus Aeternum.
It is in that chamber that Primus laid to rest the souls of humanity's warlords, along with their armies. According to Leonidas and Arthur Pendragon, the chamber is ten times the size of Earth's landmass. Mount Nonexistent is breathtaking: its emerald-green stone reflects a soft light, almost like a world fallen from the sky.
There, the warlords remain trapped, witnessing the cruelty that ravages the universe. They see the entire history of humankind—from the dawn of darkness to the endless resistance. I once asked Leonidas and Arthur Pendragon whether ordinary humans could reach that place. Their answer was firm: impossible.
It takes a full year to walk through the darkness that swallows that chamber, even under the guidance of Primus Aeternum. Many warlords say the exit can only be opened with immense Ātaršum energy—equal to that of Primus Aeternum or Mater Lumina. They call the place the "Gate of Janua Mortuorum," a power comparable to the Seven Void Sins.
Before I continue my story, my descendant, you must know: all of this was told by Primus Aeternum to humanity's warlords. He wanted to convince them to aid him in the galactic war, to preserve the survival of humankind.
Every word spoken by Primus shaped the understanding, courage, and discipline of the warlords. They are not mere soldiers; they are souls forged to overcome the deepest darkness in the galaxy. In the secret chamber of Mount Nonexistent, they study, they dream, and they wait for the moment to rise.