While the human race had not yet even solved the secret of fire, drawing pictures of the animals they hunted on cave walls; in a place where space-time was bent and the boundaries of physical laws were pushed to their limits, a civilization had already reached a god-like level. Exactly 70 billion light-years away from the human world, in that dark void marked as the "Unknown Region" on cosmic maps beyond even the expansion speed of the universe the Rozasina b12 Galaxy spun like a silent giant. This galaxy was not made of ordinary star clusters; it was the cradle of ancient secrets and forgotten powers.
At the heart of this cosmic stage, within a purple nebula formed by intense radiation belts, shone the Aktina Star System. In the center of the system lay the fierce star Vitilinon, capable of giving life but also scorching planets when angered. The sixth planet in its orbit was the grand prize of a cosmic lottery: Allergikon.
Allergikon was majestic beyond comparison with Earth scales; although four times larger, gravity was in perfect balance thanks to rare gravitational minerals in its core. This was a utopian paradise. Its oceans were covered in waters where purple and turquoise blended, and massive crystal cities shone in the depths. Its lands were adorned with giant mushroom forests stretching hundreds of meters into the sky, emitting bioluminescent spores at night. As the winds passed through these forests, they whistled melodically, making it feel as though the planet itself was singing.
The rulers of this paradise were the Keratons, who had climbed the evolutionary ladder for exactly 31 million years to reach biological and mental perfection.
Although derived from a humanoid base, the Keratons had undergone an aesthetically fascinating metamorphosis. Their skin was a deep sapphire blue with faint metallic glimmers, capable of absorbing high-energy ultraviolet rays from the Aktina sun and converting them into pure metabolic energy. This skin was not just a covering, but living, self-repairing armor. Their most distinctive feature was their skulls; elongated aerodynamically towards the back to house their immense brain capacity, possessing an elegant yet intimidating structure. Their eyes were completely black, without sclera; but when angered or intensely focused, purple electric arcs would flash within that darkness.
Keraton history was built on patience, science, and absolute dominion. By the 1.3 millionth year of their evolution, they had brought the wild nature of Allergikon to its knees and taken every square centimeter of the planet under control. But looking at the sky was not enough for them; they wanted to own the sky.
By the 3.2 millionth year, the other two habitable planets in the Aktina system Kratos, known for its crimson deserts, and Nereid, where life teemed in oceans beneath glaciers had come under the Keraton banner. This was not an invasion, but an "arrangement." In the 3.9 millionth year, Keraton engineers made these planets completely similar to Allergikon through the "Great Assimilation" (Terraforming) project. Atmospheres were altered, oceans were seeded. The Aktina system was now a triplet paradise glowing in the vacuum of space.
IMPRISONING THE STAR AND TRANSCENDING LIGHT
However, the more a civilization grew, the more its hunger increased. Fossil fuels or nuclear energies of planets were not enough to feed the ambition of the Keratons. In the 6.6 millionth year of their evolution, the Keraton High Engineers made a daring decision: They were going to put God in a cage.
Around their sun, Vitilinon, they began to weave a massive cage composed of planet-sized panels, a construction that took thousands of years. This was the first Dyson Sphere. Massive scaffolds joined in the vacuum of space, and billions of autonomous drones worked like a swarm of bees. When the sphere was completed, Vitilinon's light was shut off from the outer universe. To the outside, the Aktina system appeared plunged into darkness; but inside, a civilization draining all the energy of a star was stepping into an age of limitless power.
This limitless energy opened doors beyond imagination. In the 9.6 millionth year, the first WARP engines, tearing through the fabric of space-time, were ignited. The speed of light was no longer an insurmountable law of physics, but merely a speed limit sign, and the Keratons had smashed right through it. The fabric of Rozasina b12 was being pierced and traversed by Keraton ships.
The era of expansion was dizzying. By the 14 millionth year, 29 star systems in the galactic center had been completely colonized, and the population had reached a number incomprehensible to the human mind: 975 trillion. Every planet was arranged as a copy of Allergikon. The First Galactic Council, established in the 22 millionth year, governed this massive population with democracy, science, and art.
But every golden age has a rusting process. The pursuit of perfection would bring catastrophe.
FRATRICIDE AND THE DYING OF STARS (THE CIVIL WAR)
The 26 millionth year of their evolution was etched into Rozasina b12 history as the "Bloody Horizon." The pillars of the Galactic Council were shaken by an ideological earthquake. Society had split into two main camps: The "Essentialist Republics," who defended the sanctity of biological evolution and the purity of Keraton genetics, and the "Synthetic Empires," who advocated transferring minds into quantum computers to break free from bodily limits and integrate with metal.
Arguments ended, diplomacy fell silent, and the Great Rozasina Civil War erupted.
This was not a primitive war where soldiers clashed in trenches. This was a war of gods. 61 Star Republics and 4 massive Star Empires grabbed each other by the throat.
The Synthetics were ruthless. They activated terrifying weapons they called "Star Stranglers." These massive machines would enter a sun's orbit and inject "strangelet" particles into the star's core. The result was cosmic murder: The star's fusion balance would be disrupted, and suns that had shone for billions of years would collapse into themselves within hours, turning into black holes. Trillions of living beings on planets in that orbit were dragged first into freezing cold, then into eternal darkness at the black hole's event horizon.
The Essentialist Republics responded with the "Biological Plague." Genetically coded nanobot clouds released into atmospheres did not distinguish between metal and flesh. This plague, released into a planet's atmosphere, turned all buildings, ships, and living beings into a gray, sticky biomass within seconds.
The bloodiest day of the war was the Trapezius Sector Massacre. Synthetic fleets attacked a planet of 12 billion people, a stronghold of the Essentialists. The "Gravity Rippers" they used tore the planet's tectonic plates apart. As magma oceans spurted into the sky, the atmosphere was blasted into space. The screams of billions of Keratons vanished silently in the vacuum.
The toll was beyond a statistic; it was a genocide. When the war ended, 39 factions had been completely annihilated. 1,100 planets were wiped from maps, turned into nothing but dust and asteroid belts. And most painfully; 1.4 Quadrillion sentient beings had perished in this power struggle. The Galactic Council collapsed in flames.
Out of this chaos, a ruthless power rose from the ashes to restore order: The Rozasina Galactic Empire (27.3 Millionth Year). Democracy had succumbed to the instinct for survival. The Empire placed the remaining population under strict discipline and established a regime of absolute obedience so that a civil war would never happen again. Freedom was sacrificed; security was purchased.
FOREIGN GALAXIES AND THE LEGACY OF THE ANCIENTS
Having extinguished the fire within, the Empire turned its eyes outward, to the neighboring galaxy Alpha-Licheno. In the 29 millionth year of their evolution, Keraton fleets crossed the intergalactic void and reached this new frontier.
In Alpha-Licheno, a species called Geno-dermatons reigned. These beings were technologically behind the Keratons (Type 1.8 on the Kardashev scale) but biologically, they were like tanks. These silicon-based giants, with rock-hard skin, many arms, and insect-like structures, were immune to acid rain and radiation. However, they stood no chance against the destructive experience the Keratons had gained from the Civil War. The war was short but a one-sided slaughter. The Geno-dermatons were subjugated, their star empires shattered, and this proud race was forced to serve as miners for the Keratons.
The webs of fate were woven in the 30.5 millionth year of evolution, in the Mibellona Star System at the very edge of Alpha-Licheno, where maps ended.
The system's fourth planet, A2 B16, was a place resembling hell. Its surface was -200 degrees Celsius, its atmosphere covered in liquid methane rains and sulfur clouds. While Keraton mining drones searched for ordinary minerals in this dead world, they detected an anomaly kilometers beneath the planet's crust. When excavations went deeper, tablets made of an unknown metal alloy neither Keraton nor Geno-dermaton in origin and dating back 673 million years were unearthed.
These tablets belonged to "The Ancients," who had witnessed the dawn of the universe.
The Empire's brightest cryptologists spent exactly 700,000 years decoding these tablets. And today (31.2 millionth year), the code was finally broken. The truth revealed pointed to a power that overshadowed even the destructive potential of the Civil War: The "Genesis Origin Essence."
The tablets spoke of four capsules scattered across the four corners of the universe. This "Essence" was an existential code that defied the laws of thermodynamics. The moment it touched inanimate matter (a stone, a pile of metal, a dead planet), it could rearrange it at the molecular level into complex, conscious, biological life. Even more terrifying, within each capsule was compressed potential energy equivalent to that emitted by 100 million medium-sized black holes. This power was designed not to destroy galaxies, but to create or alter them. In the wrong hands, this could drag the universe into chaos.
THE COSMIC LANCE AND ATRINO'S OATH
Present day... In the orbit of Neo-Allergikon, the capital of the Rozasina Galactic Empire surrounded by artificial rings, a massive shadow glided, darkening the vacuum of space. This was the pride of the Empire, the flagship of the 39th Starship Fleet, the "Cosmic Lance."
The ship's length reached 400 kilometers. Its hull was forged from neutron star matter, equipped with dark matter engines. Inside, it had its own ecosystem, forests, cities, and military bases. This ship alone possessed the power of a planet. And on the command bridge of this metal giant stood a man carrying the fate of the galaxy on his shoulders: High Commander Atrino.
Atrino was the most elite specimen of his species. Standing 2.5 meters tall, with musculature perfected by genetic engineering, he was a war veteran bearing silvery cybernetic circuit tattoos on his sapphire skin symbolizing his rank. His eyes reflected a deep wisdom and weariness caused by the destruction he had seen in wars. He had lived through the horror of the Civil War and learned the value of order through blood.
The Emperor's hologram appeared in the center of the bridge and declared the mission. This was not a conquest. This was a mission to hunt down the greatest secret of existence.
Atrino stood before the massive holographic screen. The coordinates shown by the tablets pointed to dangerous regions of known space, unmapped nebula storms, and ancient graveyards. The 39th Fleet; cruisers, destroyers, science vessels, and support units lined up behind the Cosmic Lance like a river of metal consisting of thousands of pieces.
Atrino's telepathic order, echoing in the minds of thousands of crew members, broke the silence of the bridge:
"Notify all ships. Destination: The Graveyard of the Ancients. Increase fuel cells to 110% capacity. There is no guarantee of return. There is no guarantee of victory. But failure is not an option. We are going to the source of creation. We will either take the power of the gods into our hands, or we will be annihilated by their wrath."
When the engines ignited, the fabric of space-time trembled. The ion trails left behind by the ships created a massive tear glowing in the dark. The 39th Fleet departed the safe harbors of Rozasina b12, making its first jump into the endless darkness, chasing a 700,000-year-old secret from this corner 70 billion light-years away.
As Atrino watched the stars streak by, he knew one thing: What they found at the end of this journey would change not only the Empire but the fate of the universe. Galactic history was turning a new page, and the pen was in Atrino's hand.