The figure seemed to have walked forth from ancient times, crossing endless eras.
"You have come..."
An ancient, weathered sigh echoed deep within Kelsey's soul.
This time, the voice was no longer just waiting. It carried a massive, fragmented stream of information that burst into her mind.
"The Great Destruction... was not destruction..."
"It was a threshold... a threshold of evolution..."
The star sea trembled, and countless images flashed before Kelsey's eyes.
She saw the countless cycles of era change that Earth had gone through.
Each Great Destruction had been accompanied by the fall of countless living beings, yet those who survived experienced a qualitative leap in the very essence of life.
"Every Great Destruction pushed Earth's life toward a higher level of evolution..."
"But evolution requires a guide."
"The last guide was named... Yves."
