Manipulator Of Time: Year Seven Hundred Million B.C.E.

The time stream split open once more upon the planet, taking the form of a wide, red gateway. As the traveler passed beyond its threshold, the crystal in his left hand took on a deep, red, shining hue.

His smile grew wider as the gate behind him remained open; as if the stream of time was awaiting his return so that it could once more embrace him.

"Such glory."

The man mumbled as his eyes beheld the great fields of red crystal that grew out of the surface of the planet, pushing mighty slabs of stone from its path. He tried not to breathe, for the air was thick with dust and ash; it fell from the sky as though it were snow.

The source were the many volcanoes that populated the world. As they erupted they expelled the super heated gases and ash that clouded the skies, where gravity took its course and caused it to rain down. But there was something other than the normal byproduct of the planets internal workings in the skies; contained in the expelled matter were tiny, crystaline fragments.

As they fell to the surface they instantly took root in the soil, growing into the same large crystals of deep red that were springing from the deep below the ground. And as numerous crystals came closer together, as if sensing their own proximity to one another, they grew out, reaching for their neighbors.

Upon touching the crystals grew together, forming large structures. These structures then grew together, forming a vast network of interconnected crystal that dominated the surface. But even more, the crystal was dominating the planet below; for in the mantle and beyond, there was an ever growing crystal of vast proportions, ensuring a steady supply of fragments for which to be expelled from the hot spots that covered the world.

It was a haunting sight, the endless reaches of red that covered the ground as ash rained down. It almost made him doubt that any life could take root on such a world; but he knew better. Soon, the world would be lush and ripe with the flower of life.

A flower that he would tend to, a flower that he would ensure would bloom the way the Master wished it to.

He turned once more and stepped back into his gate, his smile never leaving his lips. The plan was going ahead flawlessly.