The old man had exceedingly great joy and began to laugh and laugh for no apparent reason.
Seeker and the rest were confused as they stood before the Old Man.
"Lost Primordial? Progenitor?" Seeker dared to ask.
The old man laughed and laughed and turned back to Seeker.
"Pardon me for laughing. But I'm just so happy! The seeds I placed so long ago have finally sprouted and bore their fruits! I didn't believe it at first... You see, my Lord promised that my seeds won't ever be small. When I ascended to glory in my passing, I never saw the results of my fruits. I had lost most of my powers and had power that could equal Principals apart from my clear sight and vision as a prophet of the Lord."
"Prophet... of the Lord? You're a space Christian Missionary?"
"You could say that." The Lost Primordial chortled.