struggles of creation

The fracture to the rift

After an unforgettable party thrown by the gods, a lingering question haunted their minds. "Who was Indigo, and where did he come from? Was he a force of good nature, or did he have wickedness inside of himself, or was he well balanced and full of contentment." the Gods could never kownano would truly decipher the answer.

Even after the party, each God still had that looming sensation that something wasn't right; those who could weave fate and sense the energy shifts knew something was different. Something was trying to break free.

Despite claiming to be creators of the universe, conjurors of creation, or that existed before and after, they all still struggled to understand where they came from. Yes, they were born with aspirations and took claim to their thrones, with some even being weavers of destiny, even fortunes, crafting and designing themselves for the rules of the mortal plane and the other planes. They were moved by something they could not understand

"The Kaimatah," also known as Spirit-Guardians, are ethereal and delicate entities composed entirely of pure energy. They possess sentience and exhibit a neutral disposition, dedicating themselves to serving each deity in the divine hierarchy. Notably, their strength and capabilities correlate directly with their hierarchical status, with higher-ranking Kaimatah being more formidable and influential.

Even The Kaimatah felt an energy shift, like something deep was coming, something slightly corrupted. But they chose to wait to alarm the gods due to their terminal state and the need to repair the universe due to the many battles.

"Lumkai," a high-ranking kaimatah of waters, could not hold this in anymore without any hast; he transformed to a pure energy known as a "delusta-spirit walker," form and flu with the stars, going to the cosmic Gateway, where The Engineers lived and were able to get safe passage to his creator Kingdom, the land of rock and Stone, and the elements.

As I soared through the sky like a speeding asteroid, hurtling down toward the gates of the Kingdom, I called out in desperation, "My Lord, my Lord, where are you?" My shouts reverberated in every frequency, echoing through the air. "My lord!!"

Finally, I heard his reassuring voice, "Yes, I'm here, my child. Why have you returned home? As his voice filled the room with ghosty feeling, he remarked, The waters must always be protected." he voiced while holding back laughter sealing throw the air. "I'm just teasing.

What can I do for my favorite?" looking up at him with a troubled expression, Lumkai spoke, "My lord, darkness is descending upon us. I fear the worst is yet to come. We all sense this evil presence. It feels corrupted, trapped."

Kownano appeared puzzled and perplexed at what he had just heard, realizing everything seemed interconnected. From the warnings received from Indigo to his siblings' brutal attacks and even discovering from one of the engineers that the token extended to the far reaches of the universe for mysterious reasons, all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, except for one crucial clue: what was the true nature of these events?

Shortly after speaking with Lumkai, Kownano went to his laboratory and called out for Indigo, "Indigo, are you here?" His voice echoed through the room, causing the books, spiritual codices, and mystical scrolls to tremble and fall from their shelves. Indigo awkwardly emerged from behind the fallen shelves, apologizing for the commotion and swiftly reversing time, restoring the fallen items to their original positions.

As Indigo nonchalantly played with his long, flowing black hair, Kownano inquired about his recent appearance outside and the mysterious figure. Indigo dismissed it as insignificant, emphasizing the importance of focusing on Kownano's powers and understanding his origins.

Setting off for the archives, Kownano remarked, "There might not be much here, but I believe we can still find something. If not here, perhaps Catastros can assist us." Lost in thought, Kownano paused his walk down the archive aisle and proposed, "Maybe we should head to the founder's room and put your abilities to the test before we begin our search for their counterparts." The idea seemed to captivate his attention as they continued their journey.

While they were doing that, his dear sister finally healed correctly; henna, how do you feel now? Catastros, still examining her for damages with his divine Instruments, says, "Henna, I can firmly say you should be fine." she gets out of her bed slowly and tries to levitate sadly but falls. "Awh, maybe I should cut back on my powers."

as she was on the floor, she continued yeah, I don't recommend doing that because it takes a lot of energy. You're not 100%, but you're clear enough. As he cheered her up, she started smirking and laughing, too, while saying you're right; thank you again, Catastros. "Anything for u, henna," she said as she got up and hugged him tightly.

Meanwhile, Token was with holoa and lunhelo, Elsoha, sitting in the castle of light waiting for  the Sol Sol to open the door of lunhelo, "you, they usually don't take this long, you know." as he bangs on the doors made from sunstone," I demains for them to open the door now!!!"

Holoa, "This is fun; good luck with that, buddy; your sols are little...."

Token, "Umm, let's not say that they are just little balls of fair joy." as she smiles, and lunhelo

Hmm, let me try this .. she uses her power to walk through the solid sunstone door like walking through the air or feeling a heavy breeze; as she walks to the otherwise of the door, she sees the sol dark and deformed like it the been script of the power, souls and what makes them unique

No, no.. not now. I'll.. I'll fix this. I must change what has happened, she remarks as a voice of bitterness comes through, whispering, "You can't fix what I have done; it is too late. I will be free soon, and I will end them all, and no one can stop me." the voice shouts Vitelli at token.

*boom *boom *boom, "Umm," Token said while the others were knocking on the door outside. " hurry up, Token," they said as she was still trying to find a way to fix the sol.

You'll never be free; you shall never be free, ever. "Once again!" The Voice said, going through Tokens's head and the space around her.

As Token cries, tears streaming from her almond-shaped eyes, tears falling down her soft, delicate skin to the floor.

She summoned her energy to mend the soulless sun, reaching out to grasp it with her powers and dispel the fog that obscured it.

"How dare you, you fool," she exclaimed as the voice lifted her into the air. Lunhelo, still beating on the door, asking for Token to open it and stop playing around.

Finally, they burst open the door to see the scene.

His light radiated through the dark environment, token Rush saying, "Sorry I did." before she could finish the sentence, she was dragged by the smoke as the voice taunted viciously." you will never be able to my power. You are bound to me. You are my slave. You will never forget that."

token gets dragged away to a portal on the floor slowly opens with liquid oozing out of it. It seems to be tentacles gripping hold of her as she whispers to her siblings," I'm sorry." the tentacles pull her into the portal, and it closes swiftly.