The Primordial Architects: Birth of the First DawnBefore the first breath of a mortal or the first prayer of a priest, there existed the Protogenoi—the Primordial Gods. To understand these beings, one must first discard the human-like imagery associated with modern deities. A Primordial is not a king sitting upon a throne; they are the throne, the palace, and the very ground beneath it. They are "Abstract Manifestations," the literal fabric of the universe. Gaia is not merely a woman who governs the earth; she is the tectonic plates, the shifting loam, and the crushing weight of the mountains. Ouranos is not a spirit in the clouds, but the literal atmospheric dome that separates the world from the infinite black. They are constitutive entities, self-sustaining and absolute, whose power is derived not from worship, but from the simple fact of their existence.The hierarchy of these first ones begins with the Progenitors, those who emerged directly from the yawning abyss of Chaos. Thes

Summary of all which had happened:Earlier on, Eleanor had a vision, seeing the corruption cause havoc on everywhere around the city, and not just that, but also something about the Mana, which had been in the vision of Kei and the others who were on the mission in Troga Forest to recover and discover what has happened to the other groups who returned an SOS message back to the Academy.At the other hand, Cynthia and Dash found one of their academy's mate who, captured in the mandible of one of the giant termite.And with that, and a cascade of event which followed afterwards, they both found themselves in the Nesting pit of a termite, which seemed reluctant to die at all costs.This caused a leading fight, to bring down the beast to it's demise. And the result of focusing......".... I'll FOCUS. I have to. If I don't focus, then, I will miss this chance," Cynthia mumbled, watching the Termite move, more or less like a deranged animal, ready to escape death.She stared at the insect

"... Did You know: If you ever find yourself in a place where the darkness seem to swallow you whole, try reaching for the light, you would definitely catch it, in-between your fingers... And then, deem yourself and your soul as well, Freedoms. The only problem now, is the light would be obstructed by the darkness, and only you can see it.".The first bullet Dash fired, broke through the topmost part of the egg, making the shell come off, all too smoothly, it was a bit satisfying to watch, only the problem now would be it wasn't one of those shows to see with lots of wows, but something else which had to be done with a main thought of saving anyone still alive in that egg of a place.Dash, being an excellent shot in almost everything, had this all in control, as he carefully shot the eggs open, not destroying the entire content of the egg, but just leaving the top part of the egg shell opened.A novice would just immediately destroy the entire egg in a single shot, however, Dash had

Did You Know: The gods exit in respect to the ancient Dragon's words, however, although the Ancient Dragon is higher than the gods themselves, he choosed to live amongst the humans, something which on its own common sense, wasn't that which should be thought as sensible.... But he did it anyways. Would you know why exactly?!."The boy scrambled to his feet, his violet eyes darting around the damp cave walls as if the shadows themselves were reaching for him. He was small for his age, with messy, silver hair that was still matted against his forehead from the egg’s fluid.His skin was unnaturally pale, almost translucent under the dim light of the cavern, all thanks to the egg's fluid and the Termites' bite which almost cut him into tiny pictures."I’m Elvis," he choked out, his voice cracking as he gripped his own shoulders, trying to stop the shivering. "... Okay, Elvis try calming down, Okay?... Erm—" Cynthia said, trying to make sure he wasn't overreacting to anything, but the sho

"~Did You Know:... You can always win if you try hard enough!.".The opening Kei had burned was still smoldering at the edges, the scent of singed silk hanging heavy in the air. As they stepped through, the transition was jarring. Behind them was the dusty, mud-caked stone of the upper caves; ahead was a corridor that looked like the inside of a living throat."Stay center," Kei commanded, his voice barely a breath. He held his hand out, a small, controlled flame dancing on his palm. It wasn't a burst of fire, but a soft, steady glow that cast long, dancing shadows against the white walls. "The edges of the floor are thinner. You don't want to find out what’s under the silk padding."Dash stepped carefully, his boots making a soft schlick-schlick sound as the soles pulled away from the slightly tacky surface. He felt every bit of his S-Rank exhaustion. His right hand stayed glued to the grip of his pistol—a heavy, cold weight that was the only thing keeping his nerves from fraying