The Serathi began to construct the devices in secret, guided by Eryndra's knowledge. The Titans watched them, filled with a mounting curiosity, unaware of the device's true purpose.
The Serathi labored for several decades to prepare the devices. For a few would not suffice; once they started this task, they needed to capture all the Titans. When the preparations were complete, the Emperor gave the command:
"Begin."
The Serathi began to imprison the Titans they found everywhere, confining them within the capsules they had prepared. The Titans had never truly fought in their lives, thus they did not know what actions to take. Even the Tyrants, who had seized power by strength, were perplexed, for all this had come upon them too suddenly. Yet, in time, the Titans learned to resist. The Serathi's Titan hunt now turned into a war.
This war continued for several centuries, ceasing only when the last Titan was captured. When the final Titan was imprisoned and the war ended, there were nearly a million Titans in the hands of the Serathi, a yield against millions of their own losses.
The Serathi utilized the Titans as batteries, just as Eryndra had promised. Gateways were opened to other universes. Star fleets were dispatched for exploration, for research, for conquest.
Yet, nothing transpired as the Emperor had imagined. The Senate was parceling out the newly opened universes among the noble Houses. The Emperor still governed only the capital planet, Seratkhar. Because the trade vessels, with their "light" armaments, did not require the protection of the army, the forces loyal to the Emperor did not expand.
It was a relatively small and weak House that arrived in this particular universe.
"Wait a moment!" I shouted, halting the book's writing.
"I tried to hold on to understand, but I have no idea what you are writing about. Who are the Serathi? Or the Titans? What manner of nonsense are you telling me? If a race had conquered the stars, I am certain I would have seen records of it." I said, confusion clouding my voice.
"You requested that I start from the very beginning. So, I began writing from the first records that exist," the book inscribed.
"Do these stories you tell have any connection to our planet, Ferosia?" I asked, utterly bewildered.
"Yes," the book wrote, and continued:
"Your planet has a connection to these events at some juncture. Would you prefer I begin from your planet's own genesis to ease your confusion?"
"Your planet," the book had written. Its speaking as if it were not of this world piqued my curiosity. Yet, now was not the time for such contemplation.
"Very well, then begin with Ferosia's genesis," I commanded, and the book started to write once more.