Dawn had arrived.
Beneath the Tree of Truth, a black tide frantically surged back, roaring in fury. But the light of Order blazed forth, suppressing Gaia's rampage. The currents of life and death grated against the Tree's roots, emitting mournful wails.
The logic governing the world is aimless. It is meant to spontaneously create, evolve, and then head toward destruction. But this blind process was halted by a will born of the world itself. It did not want to die. The Order representing this will fought to endure, and the existing intelligent life developed a fear of annihilation.
The Master of Light and Order watched everything with indifference. He had once again turned back the hands of the doomsday clock, just a little. But every time, there was a price.
