In the beginning, the universe was a void, a canvas of scattered light and endless darkness. From the emptiness, the goddess Viseyra was born, bestowed with the power to shape creation by the mysterious entity Ga-Eywa. Tasked with bringing balance a...
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As Aurelia cast the chaos dust toward the western wastelands, the dust coalesced with the lingering dark storm, as though it had been waiting for this moment. The storm was consumed, absorbed into the chaos dust, which began to take shape. Slowly, a massive figure emerged: a towering golem forged from chaos dust and dark storms.
The western wastelands, once shrouded in the dark folds of the storm, were now laid bare. The vast expanse of barren land stretched endlessly, a stark and lifeless void. No greenery, no light, no water, and not even a breath of wind stirred the air. It resembled Tataros, yet without the volcanoes or the ominous Dark Tower. As the last remnants of the storm dissipated, something hidden was revealed—a giant door standing in the center of the wasteland. Its surface glowed faintly with ominous runes, sealed with dark magic.
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The golem, fully formed, turned its massive frame toward the door, as if instinctively drawn to it. It lumbered forward and took its place before the door, becoming its guardian.
With the storm's absence, the door's presence resonated across Celestia. Unshielded by the storm's dampening shroud, its power rippled outward, reaching the senses of the gods across the land.
On the Light Tower, Lucian, Aurelia, and Sienna lay unconscious from their battle. Kaius, though awake, struggled with his newfound legs. Never having walked before, the sensation was unfamiliar. He groaned as he tried to stand but quickly gave up, instead sending out an echo signal to the Naiads nearby that were untouched by the chaos rain. He instructed them to summon the angels within the tower to assist and to bring holy water.
The Naiads responded immediately, relaying the message to the Light Tower. The guardian angels within allowed them entry, sealing the tower from the chaos rain outside. Maternal and servant angels rushed to the tower's summit, carrying holy water and guiding the Naiads. Together, they tended to the unconscious gods, laying them on the beds. The Naiads approached Kaius, who, with the last of his strength, empowered them to heal using the holy water. Then, he too collapsed into unconsciousness.
For three days, the Naiads worked tirelessly, drawing upon every reserve of holy water within the tower to restore the gods and replenish their ReiKi, the source of their power. Outside, Celestia was a nightmare. The chaos rain had transformed the land into a battlefield of death and despair. Corpses littered the once-beautiful realm, and blood soaked the earth. Those who remained untouched by the chaos hid in terror, their spirits broken by the sight of their kin slaughtering one another.
