A sea of pallor.
All things were moving inexorably toward annihilation, yet that trace of blood-red remained eternal, imperishable and indestructible, neither fading nor retreating. Within it, human figures emerged one after another.
Making fire, building nests, crafting tools, hunting, waging war.
Every drop of blood roared, every drop of blood struggled, every drop of blood adapted.
Even now, that trace of blood-red had not taken Hearing the Nether, yet it had transcended the hierarchy of yin and yang entirely. Real and everlasting, undying and indestructible, it could not be annihilated, no matter how mighty Twilight became.
Victory gold answered its call. The black-gold Crown slowly descended and settled upon the head of that blood-red figure.
All species fought for survival; the postnatal world contended fiercely.
[Thing Head]
Frost and snow drifted down, and all things withered. Immortal might powerful enough to freeze a Divine Being to death descended, yet it could not chill that blood in the slightest.
Flames began to burn.
[Making Fire]
A spark arose within the blood-red, illuminating the many histories of humanity. It continually drew power from fire virtue until the frost and snow melted in its flames.
Different voices rang out from that blood-red, reciting, one after another, every human name from the creation of heaven and earth to the arrival of the final calamity. Whether Immortals and Sages or ordinary mortals, within it, each was merely a name.
Heaven and earth had been battered into primordial chaos, yet the struggle between the two sides continued. At last, that trace of blood-red transcended Twilight and settled deep within this world.
The blood-red cut itself off entirely from Twilight's grasp, becoming an alien substance that could not be erased, greedily drinking in the chaos.
[Dream Awakening]
Heaven and earth returned to their original state in