The Hierarch spoke patiently, as if lecturing a child. "It did not
die out. It went on, to another plane of existence. Everything
must progress. That is the immutable law of nature. The First Race
progressed, far beyond our understanding, beyond the natural laws as we
know them. They exist today--somewhere outside.
"Stasor, now. Take him, for instance." The Hierarch flicked burning
black eyes at Moana. "Some think he is a god. He is a member of the
Elder Race."