Kas stood at the main square of the capital city of the Union of Worlds, Nyill. A great crowd had gathered, with representatives from each of the worlds of the Union, and from any other faction that wished to be in attendance.
A quiet murmur could be heard from the crowd as the breeze blew through clear skies in the new age.
Unexpectedly, the doors to the grand building behind Kas swang open and as the God-Emperor walked out, a silence fell over the crowd, errupting a moment latter in applause and joy at his return.
Quickly though, silence fell once more as Kas prepared to speak.
"My people. Cydians from countless worlds, I welcome you to your capital. All of you know of the hardship that the fighting this past year has brought. Many of you have lost relatives and friends. Yet, the miracles of the Domain of Hope have brought back all that has been lost. They have lifted our race, and our nation to prominence and enlightenment. In a single instant, we accomplished that which would have taken hundreds of years, if not more. It is with this in mind, that I have chosen to begin the lifebringer project."
Kas steped forward, upon reaching the center of the open area before the crowds, he stoped. A section of the magically polished white marble ground raised up by two feet. It was a circle, about ten feet in radius. Kas steped into the center and drew his sword. The ancient, transformed artifact glistened like a jewel in the sun, reflecting the power of millenia. Kas took it in one hand and balanced it vertically, on its point, in the center of the circle. The sword stood there, almost frozen in time for an instant, drawing the attention of all present.
The sword began to change, slowly starting liquify from the tip up. As it did this, a gasp was heard from the crowd. Finally, the hilt of the sword disappeared into the perfectly circular pool of electrosteel, two feet in radius, on the platform with Kas.
Then, another change came over it. It flowed upward into the form of a pole, miles upon miles high, and a single inch thick. Then it began to spread out. Like water poured into a glass takes the shape of its container, the liquid electrosteel began taking shape, the shape of a great tower, floating, a thousand feet above the ground. Yet, it grew, the electrosteel liquid spreading out from the base of the tower to form roadways, and yet more buildings. Even those reporters in the audience were to occupyied with the sight to remember to take notes.
Time passed, and none noticed. The city still grew, with the tower in the center now being revealed as a single pillar, amongst many growing.
And still it grew.
Nearly an hour later, the city was finished.
Arranged in eight concentric circles, it had a radius of ten thousand miles.
The outer (first) ring was composed of great docking ports and hangars for starships. They lead to recreational areas for the crew and visitors, restaurants, shopping centers, and more.
The second ring was composed of nature. With sections of it covered with every type of climate imaginable, their limited size being made up for by the magical extensions into demiplanes. There, one could enter an biosphere's demiplane, and explore it for an infinity of time, never finding an end to the life and beauty of it, until they wished to leave, at which point, the exit of the demiplane would appear in front of them.
Great bridges of electrosteel crossed over from the first ring to the third, with walkways down to each biosphere of the second ring. The third ring was composed of housing for the city's residents, the great buildings affording every convineince that could be desired.
The fourth ring was a ring of creation. In this ring, artists worked alonside great writers and poets, who in turn worked alonside great musicians. This was a ring of inspiration for all who entered.
The fifth ring was a ring of research. Here, scientists worked with mages and psionists, unraveling the secrets of the multi-verse.
The sixth ring was a ring of learning. The entire ring served as the University of Worlds. There, billions could study any subject or aspect of life they chose, under the tutelage of some of the greatest minds ever to live.
The seventh ring was a ring of peace. Here, diplomats worked together to find a solution that would suit all. Pointless bickering had no place here, and none committed themselves to it.
Beyond, in the center of the city, the final circle had a diameter of six thousand miles. This was a place of worship. Inside it stood a temple, considered by some to be the grandest in all of existance. Each of the four sides of it exhibited a different form of architecture. On one side could be seen the magnificent and awe-inspiring collums and pillars of the ancient greeks and romans from the gamma-world history. On another side, could be seen the flowing, crystal-like beauty that the elves hold in such high regard. On yet another side, could be seen the technical prescion of glass-steel and quantum filament, drawn up in precise angles. On the final side, could be seen the ancient patterns of existance. It appeared differently to each individual onlooker. It's shape and colors determined by their own subcouncious minds.
This temple stretched upward for ten thousand miles. Each side had an entrance. A grand set of double doors that were always open.
Inside, it was not as a typical temple. It was a library. In its uncountable collection of books, it contained the entire knowledge and history of every living being in the Union of Worlds, and beyond. Constantly new books were coming in from the colonists and explorers searching throughout the crystal spheres for life. Yet, there were no racks of books. The tomes stood in shelves along the walls. The center of the building was taken up by a grand park. It appeared like the countryside surrounding the original home of Kas. With rolling hills leading into mountain ranges, and forests spreading quietly into tremendous medows. At its center was a great lake. The crystal clear waters seemed to stretch forever, with no bottom. Those that drank from the lake were instantly healed of their afflictions and wounds. Yet the lake never emptied. At its center was a platform of white marble, a square, a thousand feet on each side. There, in the exact center of the city, was the throne of Kas.
The throne was made of traces of every kind of material in existance, entertwined together. From leaves to steel, to ice, to quantum filament, they were intertwined together, so that it was difficult to determine where each thread of material began, and where each one ended.
None were allowed to set foot on the platform, as it was sacred to an incredible level. None that is, except Kas himself, and the God-Emperor.
"My people, this city shall be known as Kairath, or light-bringer. It shall stand forever, as a testament to time. It is my gift to our nation, the Union of Worlds."
Time passed. Years went by, and the Union was still prosperous.
The city was populated by billions of Cydians and those of other races that wished to visit.
Its biospheres became a great attraction for those seeking solitude and peace.
The ring of creation fostered many reknown authors and composers. As did the ring of research foster many great scientists and mages.
The ring of learning, housing the University of Worlds became known as one of the greatest centers for learning that ever existed, drawing those from all races to take classes.
The ring of peace served as the meeting place where many treaties were signed by diplomats from recently discovered worlds, joining the Union.
The temple of Kas stood. Its grand store of knowledge open for all that wished access. Continually supplemented with newly discovered knowledge, its collection continued to expand, but never ran out of room.
The park at its center became known throughout the Union and beyond as a place of great solitude for those that wished it.
Kas disappeared from the scene, delivering his instructions for the Union through visions. And meeting only the God-Emperor in person.
Many have journeyed to the lake to gaze upon his throne, in hopes of catching a glimpse of Kas. Yet they have never seen him. There are those that say they are looking in the wrong place. They claim they have seen Kas. They say that some nights, while wandering in desperation through the great park, with no hope or joy in their souls, they have come upon a small cottage near a forest and two hills. There they say Kas himself invited them in for dinner. They claim to have met his family, his father, mother, and sister. They say that the food there, and joyous atmosphere raised their spirits, and gave them back hope. None can say whether they tell the truth or not. All attempts to find the cottage have failed. Yet, perhaps if one day you find that hope and joy have left your soul and you come across this cottage in the park, do not be surprised, for in your desperation, you may have stumbled across the home of Kas.
