[GTS] To devour is to survive, that is the way of life for all those who transcend the confines of the Insignificant things called planets, who break the laws of mortality and go beyond the sanity of reason, that is the way of a Devourer of worlds...
Conrad couldn't breathe—not because he lacked air, but because the sheer absurdity of his situation had robbed him of the ability to process reality. One moment he was pinned to the wall of his ruined home by some incomprehensible crimson force, the next he was watching his roof disintegrate as a glowing, golden-haired giant descended from the heavens like a wrathful goddess.
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She stood tall amidst the debris, pieces of the ceiling scattered around her feet, her body glowing with an ethereal light that pulsed with raw energy. Her golden eyes scanned the scene, locking onto Conrad with an intensity that made him shrink back.
The crimson energy that had pinned him suddenly dissolved in the presence of the golden glow, and Conrad fell to the ground with a painful thud. Groaning, he barely managed to push himself up on his elbows when her voice boomed.
"Sisters," she said, her tone sharp and commanding, her gaze fixed on the two other women who remained casually seated in what was left of the kitchen. "This planet is mine. This human is mine."
The crimson-haired woman, now lounging in her chair as if the destruction of the house was a mere inconvenience, let out a sharp laugh. Her fiery eyes sparkled with amusement as she gestured lazily at their surroundings.
"All of this?" Crimson asked, her voice dripping with mockery. She gestured toward the rubble-strewn floor and the distant horizon, as if claiming the whole world was absurd. "This is yours?"
Her laughter echoed through the remains of the house, growing louder and more menacing as the air around her shimmered with heat. She stood up, her towering presence radiating an almost tangible pressure. "Then why don't you just take it?!"
The flames surrounding her body erupted, sending waves of heat and light tearing through the room. The explosion came next, an unstoppable force that obliterated what little remained of the house. Smoke and debris filled the air, and Conrad instinctively threw his arms over his face to shield himself.
But before he could react further, he felt a firm grip on the back of his collar. His body jerked upward, the ground vanishing beneath him as he was dragged through the air at an alarming speed. The wind howled around him, tugging at his clothes, and he opened his eyes just enough to realize that the black-haired woman was carrying him. She held him by the scruff of his collar as if he weighed nothing, her expression calm despite the chaos they left behind.
"Uh—thanks?" Conrad managed to sputter, his voice shaky, but she didn't respond.
As they climbed higher into the sky, the clouds parted around them. He looked down, realizing with growing dread just how far they'd come. His house, his street, everything he knew had become a distant blur below.
It was then that he saw it: two massive beams of light shooting up into the heavens, one a radiant gold and the other a blazing crimson red. The energy pillars seemed to stretch infinitely into the void, their intensity leaving afterimages in his vision.
