Three thousand years ago, from the heavens, fell an unknown object that crashed onto the lands of Samartan like a meteor, raining fire from the skies. But the object was extremely small. Hardly noticeable by any of the continent's powerful Seekers. The place it landed was extremely barren.
However, a nearby tribe of primitive, mundane humans discovered the crashed meteor. The tribe members on the hunt brought back the arm-sized silver rock to their tribes, and everyone began to dance and laugh around it, as if it were a holy object blessed by their deities.
The tribe-folk began to worship it. It was left under the tribe leader's supervision, but the man was smarter than the rest of his people. With Iron tools, he began to crack the outer shells of the silver rock to find out what was truly inside.
