And Balsis watched his Children create life and light and the moon and sand and water and all that is helping Balsis - and his children's - purpose. Balsis materialized on a beach, somewhere on the center of the Earth, maybe a bit south of it - taking the form of an old man, about 1.8m, with a curved back, a walking stick, a long beard and disappearing white hair. Balsis crouched towards the sand, feeling its texture in his hand. "Magical.", he thought, as he dropped the warm sand back onto the Earth. "And I shall call this beach 'Fruit', for here I first felt the fruits of my children's creations."

Slowly, the old, human man disappeared, and Balsis returned to its invisible, flying form. As he went to greet his children for their hard work, he felt a weird disturbance in the unlit void. Could he be imagining? A tower, seemingly created from the darkness of the universe? As Balsis came closer and closer, he could see a figure with wings. He hardly remembers such abnormal figure. He continued towards it, and there it was clear - Synn, God Of Control - one of his children, barricaded itself in a tower of darkness.

Moving right in front of him, Balsis asked Synn in rage: "What is the meaning of this?! Why aren't you helping your brothers and sisters with The Creation?"