Written by Aelyzabeth von Thors.
A hundred million years had passed since the rise of the Serreva Antarcticum Regnum, that radiant citadel of wisdom and dominion. Humanity had flourished like the dawn's first light, bathing the earth in brilliance. Science, philosophy, and might extended to the ends of the world. Seven realms bowed before the Grand Empire — the keeper of heaven and earth, the vessel of knowledge beyond all races. Yet the truth of time is immutable — that every summit of glory must one day fall into shadow.
And so came the First Great Cataclysm.
The earth trembled as if the abyss itself had awakened from its slumber. The mountains split, and the roar of the earth thundered through the bones of the world. The ground shuddered with the wrath of gods — an eightfold convulsion of destruction, shaking the foundations of every human realm.
Volcanoes burst across the continents, vomiting flame into the heavens. The sky darkened beneath the veil of ash, and the sun's light was devoured by smoke. The rain that fell was no longer the gentle breath of life, but acid from the vault of heaven, burning all that lived and breathed. Forests withered, rivers turned to poison, and the very soil caught fire — as if the world itself were being purged of its sins.
The civilizations of men crumbled into dust. Cities that once gleamed with the fire of intellect lay reduced to ruins. The song of triumph gave way to the dirge of extinction.Yet amidst the ashes and the silence, a single light refused to die.
She was Princess Julia Caesaria Craenus Thorsius —Bearer of the blood of Caesar and Thorsius,A maiden of twenty-two years in an age of despair.
She was forged of steel and flame — resolute as a general, regal as a queen of humankind.When the earth turned to fire and the sky to poison, she gathered the faithful — ten thousand souls — and led them from the cursed surface into the sacred mountain Uttemangala, the Mountain of Spirit and the Four Elements.
There, beneath stone and darkness, she commanded the creation of a subterranean citadel —a new cradle of mankind.That city was called Utumma, the City of Light Beneath the Earth.
And in the year of endless night, she was crowned asEmpress Julia Caesaria Craenus Thorsius,First Sovereign of the Underworld Empire of Man.
Under her reign, humanity learned to thrive in shadow.They discovered how to conjure light from crystal, to cultivate crops in caverns, to build towers of stone within the belly of the world — fortresses that rivaled the heavens themselves.New sciences were born: Subterranean Engineering, Crystalline Energetics, and Vibration Resonance — the arts that replaced thunder with command.
Though they dwelled in darkness, they feared it no longer.Instead, they came to adore the serenity of the depths —a stillness unbroken by storm, by acid rain, or by the beasts above.Many began to believe that Queen Julia was not merely mortal but divine — the Earthmother Goddess of mankind — and that Utumma was the true paradise of humanity.
The Empress reigned for an age beyond comprehension —they said she lived a billion years, untouched by time,her will an eternal flame beneath the stone.
Yet when the world above grew calm again —when the rains ceased and green returned to the earth —the ancient beasts, the Dinosaurs, arose once more,claiming the surface as their dominion.Thus, mankind remained bound to the depths, prisoners of their own paradise.
Generations passed, and fear turned to reverence.The people of Utumma no longer yearned for the sky.They loved the quiet dark, the eternal stone, the dreamless peace of the underworld.
But in the age that would be known as the Jurassic,a prince was born of the Thorsian bloodline —Prince Julius Caesar Augustulus Thorsius,friend of the light, dreamer of the heavens.
He could not bear to see his kind forever chained beneath the earth.Gathering those whose hearts still remembered the sun,he led them upward, through fire and stone,to the desolate world above —a realm of monsters and chaos,where dinosaurs ruled and danger lurked in every shadow.
There, amid ruin and wilderness, they built anew —cities of will and courage, forged by human hands and human faith.The roars of the beasts mingled with the song of hammers,and once more, mankind lit the flame of civilization.
"Though mountains fall, though the heavens blacken, though the oceans devour all —so long as Man yet breathes,the light of civilization shall never die."— Aelyzabeth von Thors.
Thus ends Chapter A-XI.