The master spy or Puss in the boot adventures

Lyra, the Goddess of Dreams 50, Part 180

" Can you tell us more," asked Ares.

"For there exists a power that may yet turn the tide against the darkness - a weapon forged in the crucible of creation itself, imbued with the primal energies of the Multiverse."

With a wave of her hand, Elysia conjured forth a shimmering image that hovered above the assembled gods. It was a vision of a sword, its blade a scintillating fusion of starlight and celestial fire. The weapon's hilt was wrought from the purest adamantium, inlaid with glyphs that pulsed with an otherworldly radiance. And at its core, set within a flawless crystal of deepest sapphire, was a shard of the Nexus itself - a fragment of the cosmic loom that wove the very fabric of reality. The crossguard was fashioned in the likeness of twin dragons, their eyes glittering with the fire of a thousand suns. But it was the blade itself that drew the eye, a length of shimmering crystal that pulsed with an inner light, as though a star had been captured within its translucent depths.

"Behold, the Celestial Blade," Elysia intoned, her voice filled with reverence. "Forged eons ago by the Primals themselves, this sacred weapon was imbued with the power to cleave through the boundaries between worlds, to sever the threads of fate and destiny. In the hands of a true hero, it has the potential to unmake even the darkest of threats."

The gods stared at the vision in awe, their divine senses overwhelmed by the sheer power radiating from the Celestial Blade. Even Ares, god of war, could not help but gasp at the sight of such a magnificent weapon.

"But where is this blade now?" asked Athena, her brow furrowed in thought. "Surely if it still existed, we would know of it."

Elysia nodded sadly. "Alas, the Celestial Blade was lost long ago, hidden away by the Primals to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Its location has been a mystery for eons, known only to a select few who were sworn to secrecy."

She paused for a moment, her gaze distant as if searching through the mists of time itself. Then, with a sudden clarity, she spoke again.

"There is one who may know the blade's whereabouts," she revealed. "Krenos, the Timeless One, guardian of the Eternal Archives. It is said that within his vast library, the secret of the Celestial Blade's location lies hidden, waiting to be discovered by one who is worthy."

Elysia waved her hand once more, and the visionof the sword faded away.

..." and what about the second artifact?" asked Ares. 

With a wave of her hand, Elysia conjured forth a new  vision of breathtaking beauty and awe-inspiring magnificence. Suspended in the cosmic expanse was an object that defied description - a crystalline structure that seemed to contain within its facets the very essence of the multiverse. It was a kaleidoscope of swirling colors and shifting patterns, each one representing a different aspect of reality - the vibrant green of life and growth, the fiery orange of passion and ambition, the deep blue of wisdom and understanding, and countless others that mortal eyes could scarcely comprehend.

"Behold," Elysia intoned, her voice resonating with the power of revelation, "the Prism of Creation - the cosmic keystone that binds the fabric of existence together. Within its multifaceted depths lies the primordial essence from which all of reality sprang forth - the pure, undiluted potential of the universe itself."

The assembled gods gazed upon the Prism in wonder, their divine senses overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of its power. They could feel the thrumming energy that emanated from its core - a pulsing, living force that seemed to sing in harmony with the very soul of creation.

"The Prism is more than just a source of power," Elysia continued, her words weaving a tapestry of cosmic understanding. "It is the embodiment of the fundamental principles that govern the multiverse - the delicate balance between order and chaos, creation and destruction, light and darkness. It is the cosmic fulcrum upon which all of existence turns."

As she spoke, the vision of the Prism began to shift and change. The gods watched in awe as the crystalline structure unfolded like a blossoming flower, revealing at its heart a blinding point of pure, unfiltered light - a singularity of infinite potential.

"At the core of the Prism lies the Spark of Creation - the primordial flame from which all things were born. It is the wellspring of life and consciousness, the eternal font from which all possibilities flow. And it is this Spark that holds the key to defeating the Super Void and restoring balance to the multiverse."

"What about the last artifact?" asked again Ares.

With a wave of her hand, Elysia conjured forth a shimmering portal, its edges crackling with arcane energy. The portal expanded, revealing a hidden chamber deep within the heart of the Nexus itself. The chamber was bathed in a soft, ethereal light that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves, pulsing in rhythm with the cosmic heartbeat of creation.

At the end of the chamber stood a magnificent altar, carved from a single block of pristine alabaster. Floating above the altar was an object that drew the gaze of every deity present - a radiant shard that shimmered with an inner fire, its surface etched with intricate runes and sigils that danced and swirled in mesmerizing patterns. At the center of the room was a metal forge where the gods' weapons were crafted. Currently, it wasn't active because it required a Spark of Creation to ignite and produce these divine weapons.

"Behold," Elysia intoned, her voice resonating with the weight of eons, "the Celestial Forge, the most sacred artifact of the Nexus. Forged in the crucible of creation itself, imbued with the primal essence of the multiverse, it holds the power to craft an unbreakable Celestial weapon or armor according to the will of the wielder."

The gods stared in awe at the Celestial Forge, its power thrumming through their divine essences like a symphony of pure, unbridled potential. 

"What is this shard, "asked Ares. 

Elysia reached out, her slender fingers grasping the shard and lifting it from its altar. As she did so, the chamber trembled, and a wave of energy rippled outward, washing over the assembled deities like a warm, invigorating breeze.

Behold, the Celestial Shard," Elysia intoned, her voice filled with reverence. "Forged from a fragment of the primordial essence that birthed the multiverse, this shard holds within it the power to shape reality itself. In the hands of a true champion, it has the potential to cleave through the very fabric of the Super Void, unmaking the darkness at its core."

The gods stared at the Celestial Shard in awe, each one sensing the immense power that radiated from its crystalline blade. Poseidon, lord of the seas, was the first to speak. "But who among us is worthy to wield such a weapon?" he asked, his trident glowing with an agitated energy. "Surely, it would take a being of immense strength and indomitable will to channel its power without being consumed by it."

Elysia nodded, her gaze falling upon Solaris and Nyx. "The Celestial Shard was always meant for the Triad," she revealed...