Written by Aelyzabeth von Thors.
Through the passing of a million years since the age of the Rhine Valley, the first dawn of human civilization still endured upon the earth—sustained by wisdom, by faith, and by the undying spark within their hearts. Though their hands wielded but weapons of wood, those weapons were no mere sticks; they were the embodiment of the will of a race that refused to bow before destiny—symbols of survival, courage, and the dignity of blood.
And then, one day… the heavens changed.From beyond the horizon flared a strange light—like the gaze of a god descending from the firmament.Ancient records speak of that hour, when from the abyssal depths arose vessels not born of this world: a race from the far reaches of the cosmos, calling themselves The Watchers. They emerged upon the face of the sea, seeking to observe mankind—whom they deemed too primitive to be counted among the stars.
Yet when they beheld man—the creature who raised his wooden spear not in fear, but in defiance—their eyes trembled, and the hearts of those alien beings were shaken by terror.For they beheld within human eyes the fire of will, the undying resolve to stand unbroken.And in that moment, those who called themselves The Watchers became The Fleeing.
They descended once more beneath the waters,plunging deeper still into the black abysses of the sea.And when dread consumed them whole, they did not stop at the ocean's floor—they sank beyond all return,into the realm that men call Hell.
Legend declares that from that day forth,no being from the stars dared to set foot upon this world again.For they had learned the truth: that mankind, though armed with naught but wood,bore within their hearts the spirit of conquerors.
Thus I, a daughter of that same race, inscribe these words with pride of blood:"They fled not because man was foolish, but because man was beyond their understanding—he who dares confront both god and demon alike,he who holds wood in hand, but steel in heart."
Therefore, let the cosmos remember—that the mortals of the ancient earth,with wooden arms and unyielding hearts,caused even the watchers of the heavens to tremble,and to flee into eternal shadow.
For Man is the race of courage,the race of wisdom,and the one who made the heavens themselves tremble before the power of his soul.
— Aelyzabeth von Thors.
Thus ends Chapter A-VI.