The Diacephalon (strangely closely after Diencephalon part of our nervous system) was a concept born in my first unpublished book entitled the same, Diacephalon or formerly, Rituals of the Elements.
In the book, it is a black stone with inner burning crimson, forever emitting black smoke. It is possessed by the First Born, and was given to Kaevrin, which led to the corruption of the entire world -- the pivotal point in history that spun the universe to destruction.
In Survivors, the Diacephalon concept makes its appearance again, but here it is revealed more.
"Not everyone shall embrace the Khala, and their path shall be validated."
-- Xuun'Cael, his last words during the final stand.
During the years after the Aeon of Strife has dissipated, Xuun'Urimron, sole survivor of a destroyed Tribe during the wars, plans to venture into the forbidden space, or the Arkun-Te. Despite his long childhood friend's warnings, his passion to learn the truth leads him to commandeer a first generation shuttle, and heads for the Arkun-Te.
The exact location of the Arkun-Te has been hidded for ages, and only the preservers of the Hurdrim'Atol knew about it. However, preservers hold even more secrets best forgotten. Secrets the universe keeps, not even they are aware of.
In his search for Arkun-Te, Urimron has discovered a dark secret: The newly found Conclave had imprisoned his Tribesmen in stasis.
Furious, Urimron sets on a path to free his brethren and put an end to the Conclave and their lies. He joins a small rebel band, keeping his personal aims closely guarded.
During a raid, Urimron, ordered to lure interceptors away for the boarding operation, had his warp drive damaged while in transit to a nearby moon. An act of sabotage by a jealous comrade leads to a discovery he had previously abandoned. Or so it seems.
He finds himself in the middle of a receding supernova, and the gravitational pull of the dead star starts pulling him in, tearing his ship apart.
Time gradually slows down, and Urimron's perception heightened. He could perceive history stretching out in his mind, from past to the future, as his existence smears over.
In the darkness, a Black cube ominously floats, as if calling him to it. Closer, it spoke to him, and he knew what had to be done.
Immediately, Urimron appears elsewhere. Unharmed, but not unchanged.
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