Far from the planet of Earth lies a galaxy inhabited by beings beyond human comprehension. Among its many worlds dwell ancient beings that have existed for millennia. One such world was Auraven, home to the Celestials—or the Elohim, as some call them. The skies of Auraven were lined by waves of golden auroras; massive citadels and buildings, carved from solidified light, floated up high in the air like clouds. The entire planet was enveloped in a resonance of music and high-frequency harmonies.
Deep within the Temple of Lumine, three High Seraphim stood around a pulsating sphere of condensed starlight. They were entities of terrifying beauty—twelve-winged beings clad in technological suits of shifting geometry and advanced nanotech.
"The Hellaeron siege has torn the fabric of space and breached through the dimensional barrier," the First Seraphim spoke, its voice a symphony of chords. "The Demonic forces have moved beyond the physical realm. They are consuming the very concept of peace; they seek the destruction of all things."
"We cannot hold them without the High Throne," the Second replied, it spoke with a nervous tone. "Since the Great Disappearance, the peace of Auraven has been a fragile illusion. When God vanished from Auraven —and Celeston, the High Throne, vanished with Him—we have lost our way."
The Third Seraphim, Head of the Auraven Defense, stepped forward. "The Titans are extinct. Their raw physical strength and might was the only force capable of countering the Helaeron's numbers and their ambitious plans. However... we have found a trace."
The Architect waved a hand, projecting a holographic display of a distant, blue-and-green spherical object: Earth.
"The lineage of Celeston persists," the Architect continued. "A descendant of his who even carries the dormant Titan-DNA from the Roaming Centuries. She is a unique anomaly—a hybrid."
"She is just a child," the First Seraphim countered. "She cannot withstand the immense magnitude of her own blood. If she awakens naturally, her human body will be incinerated by the sheer output of her bloodline."
"Which is why we have completed it," the Architect said, gesturing to the glowing sphere. "The Celestial Engine. An advanced AI interface designed to act as a guide. It will translate her divine heritage into a format her mind can comprehend: a 'System.' It will allow her to increase her power in smaller increments, strengthening her vessel until she can claim the title of Throne from her ancestor."
A dark, ominous presence was felt in the distance.
"The demons have sensed the anomaly," the Architect warned. "They are tearing open portals to Earth. They seek to snuff out the spark before it becomes a sun."
The three beings placed their hands around the star-sphere. "Transfer the Engine," the First Seraphim commanded. "Link it to the Knight girl. Let it be her shield, her teacher, and her judge. If God has truly left us, we must create a being to find Him—or at least hold the darkness at bay until He returns."
The sphere vanished in a silent burst of speed, streaking through the cosmos toward a oblivious world.