Kaika, through whatever process had led her there, found herself on one of the many deserted worlds of the universe. These worlds weren't capable of sustaining much life, although to magical beings such as herself this was hardly ever a problem, and they vastly outnumbered those few worlds in which life can exist. However, while Kaika could have appeared at any place in the vast emptiness of space, she was a certain kind of person. The kind of person who, no matter what they did, would always end up in the middle of great events, those people drawn to the moments that define history. Takers of the center stage, the great forces of evil and good that determined the future of the entire universe, on occasion, beings drawn to action. Bob called the Players, Lon called them Destined, Stein called them Prey. Of course, nobody knew quite why the universe worked this way, besides the unfathomable minds of the Primals, but it seemed to be a rule ingrained into the very workings of reality that these certain people would be chosen to become involved in the matters that decided the fate of all of creation.

Guided by the mysterious Destiny attached to those who bear this curse, Kaika had, seemingly by coincidence, appeared on a planet with a great view. For, even as she were to look up at the night sky, she would be greeted by a sight of both beauty and horror. Thousands of lights could be seen, brighter than stars and in many colors, moving across the night sky, exploding, moving, shooting. An armada of space ships, seen from the surface of this barren world. However, these measly ships were dwarfed by a glow that dominated the sky, a mass one could only describe as a glowing planet, lighting up the entire sky. Even from thousands upon thousands of miles away, anyone with the slightest magical potential could feel the waves of ancient magical power emanating from whatever was on that planet, a dark power that would have driven those less skilled at the arcane arts to insanity.