GATE: Thus The Imperium of Man Fought There

Harbringer

-???.???. Gods's chamber-

The gods of Falmart stood petrified, the air thick with the titanic energy that had invaded their sanctum. Terror did not adequately capture their state when the perpetrator revealed himself.

Before them stood a golden giant, an aura of burning intensity radiating from him that demanded submission and control. His presence was anathema to all that the gods embodied and represented.

"You..." Zumfuut stammered, struggling to comprehend the existence before him.

"Ah, my apologies. I believe I've overestimated your existence," the golden giant remarked as his blazing aura diminished. Despite his words, the gods knew the truth: this being was deliberately asserting his dominance.

"How dare you!" roared Emroy, the god of war, as he launched himself at the golden giant in a fit of rage.

"Don't—" Elange tried to stop Emroy, but it was too late. With a mere gesture, the golden giant used his immeasurable power to tear Emroy from his divine vessel.

With a scream of pain and anguish, the once-mighty god of war was rendered powerless, his form shattered and fragmented. The golden giant looked down at Emroy's broken body, lifting him effortlessly with his power.

"Young and inexperienced," the giant mused. "It is peculiar because your age surpasses mine many times over, yet you lack wisdom."

"What do you want?!" Elange shouted, her eyes burning with fury as she glared at the intruder.

The golden giant gently placed the dismembered god down, his neutral expression sending waves of fear through the divine assembly. He walked directly toward Zumfuut, each step a reminder of his overwhelming power, sending dread across the chamber.

Zumfuut stared deeply into the blazing golden eyes of the being before him. Despite the immense pressure, he summoned all his power to stand in defiance against the impossible odds.

"An admirable act of defiance. However, I have come to discuss an urgent matter with each of you," the golden one declared, his words eliciting suspicion from the gods.

"You butchered one of our kind and demand us to stand down?" Elange's voice quivered with lingering anger, though she tried to maintain a neutral tone.

"It was mutual, was it not?" The Emperor's tone was calm and matter-of-fact. "It is only natural to retaliate when attacked."

"I ask you once again, what do you want?" Zumfuut's question drew the golden one's attention back to him.

"Very well." The golden man smiled and, with a gesture, conjured a chair at the corner of the round table, taking his place.

"Now, who are you?" Zumfuut demanded.

"I have been called many names: the Master of Mankind, Anathema, Emperor, Revelation. But you may call me Revelation," he stated neutrally.

The gods of Falmart recognized the name Anathema. It echoed across the Sea of Souls, spoken with deep hatred, as if the very fabric of reality loathed his existence. They knew he was the cause of every anomaly in their realm.

"Revelation? What do you try to reveal to us, false god?" Elange pushed, her voice a mixture of challenge and fear. Instead of anger or doom, she received a fatherly look from Revelation.

Among countless personas and echoes of psychic power, the golden man embodied a singular truth. His very existence defied Elange's attempts to pry deeper into his being. He was an enigma, a being who brought the concept of order into the chaotic realm of the soul.