In the time before time, when the Divine One wove the tapestry of creation, a voice echoed through the nascent void. It was not a sound of words, but a resonance of pure will, a decree laid upon the very fabric of existence.
"Among the Firstborn," it proclaimed, "let there ever be balance. As light dances with shadow, so too shall purpose find its counterpoint."
The echoes of this decree faded into the newborn world, leaving behind a profound mystery. The nature of this balance remained veiled, a riddle whispered on the wind. Some interpreted it as a call for harmony, a delicate dance between opposing forces. Others saw it as a warning, a recognition of the potential for discord within the ranks of the Archai Eldan'Dux, the first leaders.
The Divine One offered no further clarification. The tapestry of creation was vast and intricate, woven with threads of both light and dark. It was for the Archai to decipher the decree, to forge their own understanding of the balance they were to uphold.
And so, the Firstborn embarked on their journey, forever marked by the enigmatic words that heralded their existence. The weight of the decree settled upon them, a constant reminder of the delicate equilibrium that underpinned all creation.