3178 years ago...
"Are you sure about it, my lord?" Lord Rood asked the Precursors before him.
Ignoring Rood's question, Jo'Han gazed down upon Earth, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and sadness. Humans had been progressing faster than he had anticipated, yet he knew their progress would mean nothing if they failed to stop what was said to be inevitable.
Jo'Han continued to observe Earth, a planet teeming with life and beauty. His voice, resonant and powerful, carried a joy as he said, "Look at it, Rood. Is it not wonderful? A canvas painted with the vibrant hues of life.
Yet it saddens me to see the looming threat cast by my own brother upon this creation."
"Be as it may, my Lord, we'll stop him as soon as you say the word."
Jo'Han allowed himself the rare pleasure to smile and painfully tore his gaze away from the blue planet. As the sun shone upon him, Rood saw countless deep scars on his body, but the cause of the scar remained unknown.
