[Yet existence was still incomplete. Chaos had formed the structure of reality, but it lacked its guardians, its enforcers, and its wonders. And so, from the deepest wells of its power, the Primordial Beasts were born.]
The space around Rael trembled as visions of monstrous, awe-inspiring beings emerged. These were not mere creatures; they were embodiments of fundamental forces. Titans of immeasurable power, their bodies vast as planets, their presence alone capable of shifting reality.
[The Dragon of Creation, whose breath shaped galaxies. The Phoenix of Rebirth, whose flames cycled existence between life and death. The Leviathan of Abyssal Depths, the first ruler of the endless seas. The Titan of Stone, whose body became the foundation of worlds. These beings were the first true children of Chaos.]
Rael shuddered as he felt their presence, their sheer might beyond anything he could comprehend. They were neither gods nor mortals; they were forces given form, the rulers of an era where nothing else yet lived.
[Each of these beings carried a fragment of Chaos's will. But as they spread across existence, conflict arose. Some sought dominion, others sought destruction. And thus, the first great war of the primordial era began.]
Rael could see it—titans clashing, their battles reshaping entire universes, Chaos itself screaming as its children tore through existence. And within that battle, the foundation for the future was laid.
[This was only the beginning. For from their essence, bloodlines were born…]