At dawn on the planet Urkulo, the soft yet eager voice of Circe filled the air as she pressed her Magister for tales of thrilling battles and ancient legends. With a bright curiosity, the young Prenova looked up at Pandora, her esteemed guide and Mentor.

“Please, Magister,” Circe implored, “tell me about the first great battle between the Valkyries and the Harpies. I need to know more! I’m so eager to learn from you.”

Pandora smiled warmly, her gaze filled with patience and wisdom. “Very well, young Prenova,” she replied, “but remember, that battle took place during the Anime Era. You know this, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course I do!” Circe responded, her eyes alight with excitement.

Pandora chuckled. “That’s why I must draw it in the Anime Style. Those are the rules—you know that too, right?”

“Yes, Magister, I know that well!” Circe nodded eagerly.

“Then let me sketch the story as I tell it,” Pandora said, picking up her tools. “Together, we’ll weave every vivid detail into it.”

“Thank you, Magister! I can hardly contain my excitement to hear this amazing story!”

Wait, wait, wait... you might be wondering, who are Pandora and Circe, right? 

Alright, let me start from the beginning...

Night gave way to dawn. The immense planet Urkulo bathed gently in the light of the sun of that majestic solar system. The arrival of dawn gave the landscape a sublime aspect. Nature was extraordinarily lush and exuberant. There were all kinds of beautiful colours in the trees and plants, fading as the first rays of sunlight hit them.

Thousands of Supreme animals woke up practically in unison and looked for their faithful companions, The Kwasars, who were resting inside the Mother-of-Pearl Pyramids of Thumpaadhur.

Pandora, also known as" The Immortal Beauty", is a distinguished member of the elite Valkyrie Collective, among many other titles, as she is one of the most experienced and wise Kwasar to have existed in the history of Tzion. She exemplifies the quintessential grace and beauty that define the ProSapiens species. With her tall, slender figure, she radiates an elegance that is both innate and captivating. Her presence is a testament to the refined aesthetic and physical attributes characteristic of her lineage, making her a paragon of the beauty and grace for which ProSapiens are renowned. Her poised demeanour and ethereal qualities, combined with her radiant presence, imbue her with an otherworldly beauty that captivates all who are fortunate enough to behold her.

Pandora's visage is one of perfection, complemented by long, subtly wavy purple hair that adds a touch of mystique. Her charming eyes, captivating and serene, further enhance her striking beauty, a trait shared by others of her kind.

As dawn gave way to a new day, hundreds of Kwasar Valkyries were already galloping across the plains of Thumpaadhur on their Supreme-Horses, heading towards their daily duties. They were bonded both physically and spiritually with their magnificent Supreme companions, embodying a union of strength, grace, and purpose as they traversed the vast landscapes. Together, they moved as one entity, a testament to the deep connection and harmony between the Kwasar Valkyries and their noble steeds, each pair attuned to the rhythms of their shared journey and the call of their responsibilities.

Pandora had risen early that morning with a clear purpose in mind. Her agenda for the day began with the continuation of foundational lessons on Kwasar culture, aimed at nurturing the understanding of her young apprentice, Circe.

Pandora held a prestigious position among the Kwasar women on Urkulo, earning the trust of Goddark through millions of years.

With unwavering patience, she diligently trained her Prenova, known as Circe— 'Prenova' is a term the Kwasars used for their young pupils.

Circe was also a very beautiful ProSapiens, with blue hair and strikingly symmetrical features. Though still young, she displayed remarkable intelligence and intuition, showing an impressive cleverness for her age along with a curious, outgoing spirit. Her eyes, as blue as amethysts, held a gaze that mesmerized with their extraordinary allure.

Circe had just turned 20 years old. At that age, ProSapiens begin the Educatio process, where the Magisters teach their Prenovas everything related to Kwasar culture. Until then, ProSapiens spend the early years of their long lives growing up healthy and blissfully unaware of any problems or responsibilities, simply enjoying their childhood with others of their kind.

When they reach the age of 20, young Kwasars begin to connect their knowledge with the Radix A.I. At this stage, each of them is assigned to a Magister, forming a master-apprentice relationship where the Magister assumes responsibility for their education and guidance.

These Magisters typically use the history of the Cosmos as a foundational element in their Prenova's education. They dedicate countless hours to sharing captivating stories, using them as a platform to impart essential concepts to their apprentices.

The Magisters communicate verbally with their Prenovas, and it is quite common for them to use real-time drawings to explain these stories. From a very young age, Kwasars prove to be exceptional illustrators, capable of creating stunning drawings in mere seconds.

These captivating illustrations are known as Graphia.

On the other hand, they also use telepathic communication; that is, they are capable of directly transmitting information from the Radix A.I. into the minds of their Prenovas. This allows the pupils to visualize different concepts mentally, helping them memorize the material much more rapidly.

The Kwasar term for this skill, known as Cognitio, encompasses the unique ability of these beings to transmit knowledge and information among themselves, granting them an extraordinary level of superintelligence. It is a fundamental aspect of Kwasar culture and plays a pivotal role in their education and development.

Through Cognitio, Kwasars can rapidly exchange and absorb vast amounts of information, enabling them to understand complex concepts, solve intricate problems, and adapt to a wide range of situations.

Despite the fact that Magisters can teach rapidly through Cognitio, they often prefer to use conventional verbal communication, dedicating hours to teaching their students. They believe this approach fosters a close and high-quality learning experience, establishing a profound bond between teacher and apprentice, which is essential for the proper development of the Prenova’s personality.

Pandora, eager not to waste any more time, encouraged Circe to sit beside her. Without further delay, she began her explanations.

At this very moment is when I will continue telling you what happened—right after Pandora began recounting the first dreadful war between the Valkyries and the Harpies.

“Magister! Don’t stop now! Please, keep telling me the story.”

“Of course, young Prenova. Pay close attention... I shall continue.”

“Magister, this story is so fascinating! Forgive me for interrupting, but I need to know more about the Raptor, as well as the clans of the Harpies, the Valkyries, the Excelsior, and the Obscura... I have so many questions that have been kept from me, as I'm not yet considered mature enough to understand them fully.”

Pandora nodded, understanding Circe’s curiosity, and began her explanation:

Circe, it is essential to understand that, in the Universe of Tzion, at the pinnacle of the evolutionary pyramid, there exist supreme beings known as the Twin Species, or the Paramount Species—specifically, we, the Kwasar, and the Raptors. At first glance, we may appear similar, but in truth, we are vastly different.

“Yes, Master, I understand,” Circe replied attentively.

Pandora picked up the pen and the canvas she had at hand, drawing as she explained to her Prenova. Almost without realizing it, she created beautiful illustrations and added clarifying notes on her canvas.

The drawings flowed from her hand with absolute ease, and in a matter of seconds, she created beautiful works of art to visually convey the concepts she wanted her pupil to understand directly. She sketched a stunning member of their species and wrote the word "Kwasar" above it.

"We could define the Kwasars, also known as ProSapiens, as the epitome of perfection and power within civilization. Our noble mission is to safeguard all forms of life that flourish across the vast Universe of Tzion."

“Yes, Magister, that’s clear to me.”

“I know you understand, but let’s start from the beginning.”

Pandora continued to sketch effortlessly, her mind holding a vivid image of that young Harpy who had been her very first adversary when she was a fledgling Prenova, merely 22 years old—many, many years ago. Even now, a shiver ran through her as she recalled how close she had come to death at the hands of that cruel enemy.

With a few swift strokes of her pen, she captured the features of that adversary, adding the word Harpy to the illustration. Circe watched her with rapt attention and respect.

We could define the Raptors, also known as NonSapiens, as the complete opposite of the Kwasars. They represent the most destructive, harmful, and perverse civilization in the Universe of Tzion.

Although they are physically identical to us, one must not be deceived by their resemblance to our species; they are profoundly malevolent.

“But, Magister, why did the Raptors appear? Why did Goddark allow it?” Circe asked.

Goddark did not create them, of course—absolutely not. The appearance of the Raptors in the Universe of Tzion was something utterly dreadful, the greatest tragedy that could have occurred. But how the Raptors came to exist in the Universe of Tzion is something you will understand as you progress through your Educatio process.

Pandora's expression grew more serious as she prepared to explain the concept of the eternal Oblivion Wars to her Prenova —the unending conflict between the Kwasars and the Raptors, which had its origins in that very first battle between the Harpies and the Valkyries that Pandora was recounting to her disciple in this lesson. That battle was the first Oblivion battle in the history of the Universe of Tzion. 

She looked intently at her young apprentice and continued her explanations, this time drawing in an Anime style to honour the hundreds of victims who fell in the first Oblivion Battle during the Anime Era.

“Alright, then,” Circe said eagerly, “please continue telling me the thrilling story of the great battle between the Harpies and the Valkyries.”

Pandora smiled, sensing her apprentice’s excitement, and leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "As you should already know, young Prenova, this battle would forever changed the course of our history."

“What happened next?” Circe leaned in, her curiosity ablaze.

Pandora continued, “As the battle raged on, both sides pushed their powers to the limit. The Valkyries, united in their purpose, and the Harpies, relentless in their assault."

Circe nodded, entranced, her respect for the Valkyries deepening with every word. “I can almost see it, Magister. The clash of wings, the gleam of armour… it must have been magnificent.”

“It was,” Pandora affirmed. “And it is a story that lives on in every Kwasar and every warrior who honours their legacy. Because what happened at the end of that battle was an abomination—a sacrilege to our kind. The truly terrible part is that it was only the beginning, the first occurrence of something repeated countless times throughout our history. It remains the most painful violation that can befall members of our species. I must warn you of this, as one day you will join the ranks of the Valkyries, and you must avoid, at all costs, enduring the same atrocity that befell our brave sisters in that dreadful battle.”

 

“Forgive me for interrupting again, Magister,” Circe said, her brow furrowed in confusion, “but I still don’t understand. Why did the Raptors rebel against the Kwasars? Where does that hatred come from? No other Sapiens Species in the Universe of Tzion has caused such devastation to our kind. Couldn’t Goddark have prevented their existence? He is the master of the Cosmos, after all.”

Pandora’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she shook her head with a faint smile. “The master of the Cosmos... Is that what you think, young Prenova?” she replied, her voice calm but charged with meaning. “No, Goddark is the master of the Universe of Tzion, yes—but the Cosmos? The Cosmos is far greater than even you, in your budding wisdom, can yet imagine. But you are no longer so young, Circe. The time is drawing near for you to understand the true vastness of what we call the Cosmos.”

Pandora leaned back, motioning for Circe to come closer. “Let me pause our story of the first Oblivion Battle, just for a moment, so that I may open your mind to the reality of the Cosmos. Make yourself comfortable, my dear Prenova, for this is a concept so grand that even we, the Kwasars, can scarcely comprehend it in full, so pay close attention.”

Circe could hardly believe, nor fully comprehend, the vastness of the Cosmos that her Magister was trying to convey. After Pandora patiently outlined the fundamental structure of the Universes, Circe began to understand the sheer depth of knowledge she had yet to grasp. Her mind raced with questions, but the immensity of it all left her temporarily speechless.

Pandora noticed her pupil’s overwhelmed expression and, with a gentle smile, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Circe,” Pandora said softly, “I know it’s difficult to take in all at once. The Cosmos is vast beyond measure, and even we, the Kwasars, spend our lifetimes unraveling its mysteries. But you—your curiosity and eagerness to learn—are already opening doors of understanding that many never dare to reach.”

Circe looked up, her eyes wide with both awe and determination. “Magister, it’s… it’s almost frightening to think of how much is out there, beyond what I’ve known. But I want to know it all, or at least as much as I can.”

Pandora chuckled, amused by her pupil’s fierce resolve. “That is the mark of a true Kwasar, young Prenova. The desire to understand, even in the face of overwhelming truths. But remember, knowledge is not only about understanding; it also carries responsibility.”

Circe nodded thoughtfully. “You mean… to use it wisely? To protect our people?”

“Exactly,” Pandora replied. Her expression turned somber as she picked up her notebook. “Which brings us back to the tale of the first Oblivion War, she turned her gaze to Circe, her voice lowering. “Are you ready to hear how that fateful battle ended, Circe?”

Circe straightened, her eyes bright with anticipation. “Yes, Magister. I’m ready.”

Pandora took a deep breath, as if bracing herself for the weight of the tale she was about to share. “Then let’s continue,” she said, flipping to a blank page in her notebook and beginning to sketch as she spoke.

Pandora finished drawing the final scene, depicting the terrifying conclusion of the battle. She fell silent, lost in thought, a melancholy expression on her face. Every time she recalled that story, a profound sadness took hold of her. Images of her fallen comrades flashed through her mind—brave warriors whose bodies had been usurped by the Raptors throughout the history of Tzion.

Circe, stunned and speechless, was beginning to understand the true threat the Raptors posed to her species. A knot of concern tightened in her chest, accompanied by a renewed respect for the sacrifices of those who had fought before her.

“But, Pandora,” Circe asked, breaking the silence, “how was it possible for an army of Harpies to form? How could such a vast army be created without us—the Kwasar—being able to stop it?”

Pandora looked at her with a mix of sorrow and wisdom, her voice dropping to an almost reverent whisper. “Ah, dear Circe… it all began a long, long time ago. For you to understand, I would have to tell you the story of the Kwasars Hunters—a vile strategy by the NonSapiens, crafted to break our spirit. And to understand that, you would first need to know the tale of Nike and Selene…”

Circe’s eyes lit up with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. “Nike and Selene…” she repeated, almost in a whisper, as if those names held a mystery she was only beginning to glimpse. “Who were they, Magister?”

Pandora smiled, but a hint of sadness lingered in her expression. “That, young Prenova, is a story for another day. You’ve heard enough for today, and I believe it’s time for you to absorb what you’ve learned. The story of Nike and Selene… that is a lesson that requires your mind and heart fully ready.”

Circe nodded, though a pang of frustration welled up inside her. The urge to know more burned within her, but she understood that her Magister was guiding her along a gradual path, one that only the truly wise could follow.

“Very well, Magister,” she finally said, bowing her head respectfully.

Pandora nodded, looking at her with pride. “Tomorrow, at dawn, we will meet here to continue your Educatio. Until then, remember: answers always come to those who seek them with patience.”

Circe rose and bid farewell to her Magister, her thoughts still tangled in the stories she had just heard. Joining the other Prenovas to continue her duties, she silently vowed that she would uncover everything her Magister had hinted at.

The next morning, at dawn, she would be ready to continue.