Mira raised her blade high, her grip steady and unwavering as Remiel and Seran cried out in terror. Just as she prepared to bring it down, the room was suddenly engulfed in a brilliant, blinding light that forced everyone to shield their eyes."What the—?" Mira hissed, stumbling back as the intensity of the light overwhelmed her senses.Before any of them could react, a powerful force struck her from nowhere, sending her hurtling backward. The blow was so sudden and fierce that it knocked Lyria — who was already outside the door with Scylla and David — off her feet as well, flinging both women through the doorway and out of the building.They landed hard on the ground outside, disoriented and stunned. Mira groaned as she tried to lift herself up, her blade slipping from her hand and clattering onto the dirt. Lyria cursed under her breath, struggling to regain her footing.Seran acted swiftly, grabbing Scylla and David as the trio ran towards the back of the house.Slow approaching foo

In a desolate realm where the air was thick with ash and the ground bore the scars of countless battles. Two figures clashed with unyielding fury. Their movements were a blur, each strike sending shockwaves through the barren landscape. Around them, remnants of demolished buildings and craters littered the earth, evidence of the relentless destruction their battle had wrought. Neither side showed signs of surrender, their blows growing fiercer with every passing moment. “You’re… very strong. Why were you holding back all this time… and where the hell are we?" Lyria’s voice rang out, strained but defiant. Her armor bore deep dents, and her broken blades lay discarded on the ground, a testament to the brutal exchange.Seran stood a few paces away, breathing heavily but unscathed, his eyes cold and focused. "I didn’t want to cause a ruckus back there," he began, his tone calm yet sharp. "So I transported us here." He gestured to the desolate surroundings, a barren expanse of jagged terr

(Earlier that day)A portal appeared as a masculine figure could be seen, walking into an expensively decorated throne room. Long blue haired with cerulean eyes, adorned in a blue flowing robe. The very air trembled in his presence as he calmly approached the figure seated cross-legged upon her throne — which sparked with red lightning.She watched him with a frown etched on her face as he covered the distance between them — only stopping a few steps away. “If you're here to convince me to seize my pursuit,” Her voice reverberated throughout the room. “You've failed, Altero. Leave this place at once.” Altero remained still, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his robes as he observed her, a calm, handsome smile resting on his face — a smile that only seemed to deepen her irritation.“Still as adamant as ever, Althea," he teased, his tone calm yet laced with an unsettling edge. "I wouldn’t bother trying to convince you — not with that infamous stubborn streak of yours.”Alth

3 years later Three years had passed since Remiel and his friends began their rigorous training. Under the stern guidance of Zoran, the elder god of destruction, Remiel honed his skills with relentless discipline, also with the help of his personalities. Scylla trained in the art of weaponry under Althea, the formidable goddess of war and the arts of magic from Lunae, the elder goddess of sorcery, while David endured grueling lessons from his father, Altero, the elder god of chaos. Day after day, they pushed themselves to the brink, their strength and resolve growing with every trial. They progressed quickly to the surprise of their mentors. They were preparing for the battles to come — but somewhere beyond their sight, others were preparing as well. Phlegethon In a realm the size of a Myther, located in the depths of Omnidia, darkness stood as the other half of the day, inseparable and ever-present. The land was alive with creatures of every imaginable size and shape, each carve

War Realm The earth’s surface was scarred with deep fissures and craters as two beings clashed, their forms a blur from their unimaginable speed. Dust surged and settled around them, while only the sparks from their weapons could be seen. The ground healed itself briefly, only to shatter again under the force of their battle.“You’re holding up well, boy,” a deep baritone voice rumbled with pride as the two figures broke off their clash, pausing to catch their breath while clouds of dust swirled and slowly settled around them. “Remind me… what was your name again?”“Years of training under you is nothing short of courting death,” the other snapped, his voice young and fiery with frustration. “How many times have you asked me that?! He asked. “You call yourself the god of destruction, the enslaver of realms — blah, blah, blah — but you still forget the simplest things!”“Bridle your tongue, boy!” The man barked, his deep voice echoing like thunder. “I only remember what intrigues me.”