A brief cosmological history of Mystix and its original creation.

The Goddess may have generated the world in her domain, but it still formed through natural processes. For Earth, it took billions of years of luck and lava. For Mystix, it took the Titans.

Two towering, gargantuan dinosaur creatures, one called North Titan, the other called South Titan, raised up massive, magical armies in the cosmos and waged everlasting war upon each other, vying for supremacy over all existence.

The battles were so massive, so magical, that they formed the entire basis for the world we inhabit today.

The fallen dinosaur soldiers littered space, and their magical energies fell out to form the landscape, the minerals, the chemical elements come in contact with every day. Over time, and entire world had formed. And yet still the battle raged on.

According to the myths, both Titans were eventually felled in their own homes, betrayed by their own armies. The South Titan’s death brought forth all the plants and animals with its final carcass seeping into the environment. The North Titan’s death generated the genesis of intelligent life that supposedly sprang up from the soupy ether flowing out of its body.

But here in North Spire, millions of years in the past... There’s clearly no other intelligent life.

Also, North Spire, at this point in time, is still known as the Titan’s Domain.

I’m about to finish this beast off and make sure intelligence comes to Mystix.

But before I do, I’ll let you in on a little secret I’ve uncovered.

A trick, of sorts. Only I don’t know the player, and I certainly don’t know the target.

It’s quite obvious that North Spire and South Spire formed, over millions of years, from the skeletons of the Titans. They’re the most important relics of our magical past, and the pinkness of the haven root and possibly the entire North Spiran race likely comes directly from the ancient magic directed here.

But there is no Central Spire.

It doesn’t exist.

I’ve searched all over the planet, even accounting for continental shift. And it’s nowhere in sight. Nowhere in the cosmological myths. And I have no recollection of ever hearing of it at any point in my journeys across the world before my carriage accident. And I was in the Adventurer’s Guild!

It was constructed, and done so after my death. It was created... But by whom, and for what purpose?

Joe Biden certainly didn’t make it.

And that’s giving me plans...

But not plans I can act on at the moment.

No, as I walk into the Titan’s Domain, with ethereal magical dinosaur creatures circling me and ready to absorb my essence, my mind is focused entirely on my path to S-Rank heroism. Nothing else.

The North Titan, a gigantic pink dinosaur with a million gnarled teeth and an aura stronger than even Julie Rafati’s, casts most of its fifty-plus eyes down on me, as if to say, what kind of puny thing even are you?

I look up and smirk, as if to say, I’m just the being that will murder you and fulfill the cosmology.

Hundreds of dinosaurs around me, and its leader standing before me.

Betrayal? No. The only betrayal in this story is a betrayal of the heart. Knowing you were nowhere near strong enough to prevent my rise to permanent prominence.

The whole battle is, as Francis puts it, a piece of cake.