The story goes on to say that after the first rebels left the Ancient Land, the first sons of the first sons of the first generation of rebels became the first Kings. As per the request of the first rebels, they owned all the land conquered by the collective of them. No doubt their ancestors knew this would bring about wars and further rebellions and reachings out into new territories and the establishing of new cities and the gradual evolution of the efficiency of the madness until one system would work so smoothly it would envelop all of the others entirely, whether by choice or not.

The New World Center would like nothing more than to wipe out their Ancient grudge against the implied Old World Center, the Ancient Land from the old tales. They would like even to assimilate the very historical charectors, to travel backwards in time and make it so there never was any better way, that everything was always as it was for the first rebels built a second city - exchanging cups of precious grains of precious substances, gems, gold, spices - and the blood oath they swore BEFORE birth that every time a cup of sand would exchange hands 8 and a quarter percent of that sand would be left as an offering to the collective of Kings.

Many millenia have passed since these first sons have passed behind a veil of obscurity. They seem to have just disappeared. Many millenia have passed since that architectual monstrosity, before they realized the world was round and they thought they could overcome death by making their slaves build these megaliths, and many millenia have passed since it is said the Wrath of I AM came down as lightning and destroyed such arrogance, scattering the second and third sons of the first rebels around the globe, carrying the Wise Ones also with them.