EPISODE 222: ARDENT OF THE END 1

— GENESIS REALM, YEAR: 7292. SEASON: NEW BEGINNING.

Birds chirped in the spring air; a lazy sun traveled across the sky, with sparse clouds covering the blue exterior. A gentle wind blew, and the smells of cooked food, children's laughter, and happiness carried themselves upon it. Animals left their dens, some to find mates and begin new life, others to forage and stock for the upcoming seasons. It was tranquil, like a calm before a storm. It was peaceful, serene , and the world seemed to sigh in relief from the atmosphere. A surge of vitality was in the air, and everything held a brighter, child-like look of expectation and hope for a better tomorrow. The [Chosen of Madris] had promised an age of unprecedented might—he vowed to slay the [End of Adventure] and use that feat to bring perfection.

He succeeded.

The day was unlike any other. To the Edryan, it was a national holiday; one meant to celebrate the birthday of their [Chosen]—it also became the day his promise arrived. Many were concerned, as their connection to the Goddess was not what it once was. It was sundered. Before any could panic, no more than an hour passed before that connection returned and, with it, the Prime System announced their prince's achievement.

[Golden Age: Ardent of the End] has been activated.

Golden Age — Tier Benefits

Common:

- (Class Evolution) — Higher class rarities will be offered at lower requirements. [+] ‎ - (Movement and Building) — Country expanding movement and building buff. [+] ‎ - (Educational Advantage) — Enhanced learning speeds/knowledge is easier to retain. [+]

Uncommon :

- (Surging Workforce) — Enhanced construction time. [+] ‎ - (Energy Revolution) — Enhance understanding of the natural forces of the realm. [+] ‎ - (Communication Drive) — Increased communication-based magic and technology. [+]

Rare :

- (Social Upkeep) — Improved public services and societal support systems. [+] ‎ - (Government Surge) — Increase government responsiveness and adaptability. [+] ‎ - (Research Era) — Increase breakthroughs in technological advancements. [+]

Legendary :

- (United Mind) — Enhanced national unity and pride. [+] ‎ - (Magic Revolution) — Increase breakthroughs in magical advancements. [+] ‎ - (Nation's Pride) — Increase chance of creating unique works and cultural achievements. [+]

Mythical :

- (Great Library) — All knowledge data base systems are enhanced. [+] ‎ - (Golden Age — Legendary) — Enhance the duration of all skills by double. [+] ‎ - (Union) — Decrease internal conflicts and increase collective efforts. [+]

Special Benefit — Mythical : (Knowledge Source) — Generate new unthought-of knowledge through functional experiments. [+}

Special Benefit — Mythical : (Soul Forge) — Refine and enhance the Potential—Sol—of the nations people. [+]

Special Benefit — Mythical : (Ever-Burning Flame) — Each large city receives an Ever-Burning Flame. A source of non-attuned, clean man that can be used for any purpose. [+]

[Golden Age: Ardent of the End]

Nine Years, ‎ Three-Hundred Fifty-Nine Days, ‎ Twenty-Three Hours, ‎ Fifty-Nine Minutes, ‎ One Second.

Many people stopped in their tracks, their faces shocked but quickly changed to awe and worship. He had done it—before the armies could return, it seemed the whole world wished to share the news with the Edryan people.

Luke Walker paused in his steps, a glint in his eyes as he read the notification. "Then, next is Sovereignty And Federal Enterprise: SAFE and Spatial Transit And Research: STAR."

Kái'jhan paused next to him, her hand intertwined with his. She opened her dark cherry-painted lips to respond but paused, her eyes widening in excitement. "Oh… my… Goddess! He did it! HE DID IT! I have to contact the Crown Prince Fan Club—we have to schedule a celebration, it has to be bigger than we," Kái'jhan continued.

"Kai," Luke Walker gently pulled his woman closer, avoiding a slowly moving pedestrian. "It's not over yet."

"I, Goddess Madris Of War, Wealth, And Wisdom — [The First Edryani], Announce The Creation Of The Pantheon Of Imperius—Let Those Who Wish To Join Speak Now."

Wilarax was startled when a voice—the voice of that Goddess—rang over the world. She stood atop the carriage, the lands of the Warring Beastman Plains in sight. The young woman swallowed. She understood what this voice represented and had ideas about what would come. She turned to speak to her companions but paused as more voices joined.

"I, Demigoddess Of Illusion, Kubrat — [Swaying Lilac, Jumping Lilies], Pledge Myself To Imperius."

"I, Demigoddess Of Love, Titiana — [Nation's Heart], Pledge Myself To Imperius."

"I, Demigoddess of Spell-Crafting, Margret — [Inquisitive One], Pledge Myself to Imperius."

"I, Demigoddess of Battle-Magic, Camilla — [Crazed Sun, Serene Moon], Pledge Myself to Imperius."

Four unfamiliar feminine voices spoke within near moments after the Goddess Madris. Wilarax held her breath but sighed in relief as no other joined them. She had three demigods accompanying her and had seen plenty back home. She looked to Uma, opening her mouth to speak, but paused once more as a familiar voice spoke.

"I, God El of Adventure — [Never Ending Tale], Announce The Creation Of The Pantheon Of Genesis—Let Those Who Wish To Join Speak Now."

In a moment, hundreds of voices rang out. First, those of other Gods in the Astral Above, then those of the demigods, including the ones around Wilarax. It went on for nearly an hour with Wilarax recognizing some of the voices that spoke while some were unfamiliar to her. By the time it was done, nearly three hundred voices including Uma, Ahri, and the rest had spoken.

Wilarax stayed silent the entire time. The carriage halted on the smoothly paved road, as did others around it. The long surge of travelers, traders, and more halted in shock and panic.

The world stopped.

"That was…," Wilarax began but her voice gently faded as Uma spoke up. A complicated expression was displayed on her face. Wilarax felt everything she learned growing up to become all too real at this moment.

To others, this may sound like a declaration of change and new beginnings but to Wilarax it was a declaration of intentions and war. It was like the forces who began the World Wars of Earth announcing their resolution to truly walk down such a path.

"It's not over yet," Uma began. The centaur walked next to the carriage with Aniya on her back. The small girl no longer had nightmares since the {Blessing of Bravery} the Demigoddess cast. "There is one more."

Uma gazed westward in the direction of the great sea that surrounded the Elrunian Continent. Many followed her gaze, including Wilarax. They didn't have to wait long before a new voice spoke.

"I, God Ogar of Depths and Water — [Vengeance's Herald], Announce The Creation Of The Pantheon of Ocean's Depths—Know That We Shall Strive To Rid The World Of Magi, Let Those Who Wish To Join Speak."

A dozen other voices quickly joined, with only two others being Gods before a host of demigods joined in.

General Ameri frowned. She looked toward the large transportation vehicle that carried. G.E.N.E.S.I.S and the encased [Chosen of Madris] and Madria within.

"Whoever comes, whoever dies—the magi will never be afraid of fish in the sea," Ameri snorted fiercely. The older woman looked up at the blue sky, the sounds of the forest, and the moving troops accompanying her. Her face turned impassive, which wasn't unusual as General Ameri had always carried a battle-hardened aura around her which kept her soldiers tightly disciplined. She looked to a distance away where her companion general stood, directing men and shouting orders. Their eyes met and a hidden message seemed to pass between them.

The memories of those… realities, lost, consumed by whatever this G.E.N.E.S.I.S thing was… opened a harsh reality that many hadn't come to terms with. What happened in the Mountain of Final Hope was deeply guarded and remained an enigma to them. No matter, some things needed to be done now that Lawruthian was incapacitated for the Gods knew how long.

Their gazes imperceptibly traveled over to members of the Little Greats and other figures of importance. A massive power gap had opened, one usually restricted by Lawruthian. And, both ladies understood things would change—who would rise higher through that change was what they sought.

Ameri held no plans of being an underdog. General Alexandria chased a dream of glory and renown—Ameri was no different. The Monarchy Branch was an open battlefield—Edryan was an open battlefield with everything open for the taking. Before Ameri's thoughts could continue down that road they were interrupted.

"I, Titan Helcantruim — [Thousand Sol], Establish The Under Lord Pillar — [Prestige] Who Wish To Walk A Differ Path Than That Of Gods, Venture To The Underneath Below And Establish Your Might."

Izon Jhan's middle finger continued to tap methodically. Ìmólè sat comfortably next to him on her twin winged seat. The light in her hawk-like eyes was different, brighter . It held a firm confidence that wasn't dissimilar to her elder brothers. She turned to her brother, sensing his worry, and naturally began to get worried herself. Izon was always under control in her eyes. And, to see him tapping like this, with one hand covering his mouth, he began to worry her.

"Brother, what is it…," Ìmólè's voice trailed off as she questioned.

"Hmm? Nothing, just running a calculation," Izon off-handedly responded.

Ìmólè knew something was wrong and her face now showed the same concern her heart held for her brother. The worry was unable to be masked for long by her new confidence. They had heard the voices of many, many Gods and Demigods but not once had Goddess Jhan spoken. Of the Goddesses with [Chosen] on the mortal realm, she was the only one not to establish a pantheon.

"Is it because Goddess Jhan has not established a pantheon," Ìmólè softly questioned, her eyebrows arched upward in concern.

The [Chosen of Jhan] pursed his lips. He watched the city beneath them. Roma's marble statues and golden fountains were freshly built by the craftsmen as they directed the slaves captured and waiting upon their Great Rebirth. The city was bright, with several layers of great walls, hanging gardens, and passionate performers dancing through the streets. Ships traveled through the air, carefully docking at their destination as citizens of the Theocracy traveled from destination to destination. The ship's large sails picked up any spare draft, reducing the load on the [Mana Hearts] that kept them afloat. The city was peaceful but a hidden undercurrent could not be concealed in the eyes of Izon.

Goddess Jhan hadn't spoken. She was by far from the only God to not speak yet Her silence was resoundingly loud in the ears of humanity and Her [Chosen].

Izon sighed, "Goddess Jhan holds no plans of creating a pantheon, not because she does not have the capacity to, but because to share power— faith —goes against the [Great Rebirth]."

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Ìmólè nodded in understanding, her eyes on her brother while he remained in the city. He paused, contemplating his next words before he spoke next. The changes in Roma were not localized—nationwide changes were beginning to occur for the humans who were once at a disadvantage. Their location is sandwiched between the orcs of the Jehda Plains and the lands of the Warring Beastmen.

"However, I alone am the key to success of this or failure. When the Gods start their game and I come out on top, all will fall under Jhan—yet," Izon's voice was steady but held a hint of amusement. "…should I fail, then all is lost. Goddess Jhan is a gambler —one willing to all in on Her hand."

Izon stood, no more voices were speaking, only the hustle and bustle of a large city slowly returning. Roma was developing into a crowned jewel and center of trade—all roads led to it.

The change wasn't noticed by the people of Roma, but for those who belonged to one of the four forces established, their Status Sheet had changed. A silent relief passed unknowingly through the hearts and Sols of many. A burden, a weight on their sol now shared amongst many.

"Kubrat," Queen Titiana whispered, eyes narrowing as she stared at the large egg that encased her son. Her arms were crossed, and her right index finger was continuously tapped in worry. "Kubrat Musa, a supposed Demigoddess of Illusion belonging to the Musa family. Her rise was stated to be during King Darius as she was the matriarch of the Musa House during the time. But… who is she really? Margret's house holds little to no record of this supposed demigoddess—and, where and why does she hide?"

The Queen spoke her thoughts aloud. Only another sol was present in the room and it happened to be Minerva who sat upon G.E.N.E.S.I.S like a mother hen incubating her brood.

"Demigoddess Kubrat was the one who interfered with the Battle of Starglow Valley. From what Lawruthian knows, she did it to send a message…," Minerva chirped, hearing the Queen's whispers. She paused, shaking her head. "A message isn't an apt term, she did it to garner the attention of the Goddess. But, for how long has she been hiding…? And, who is she truly?"

The Queen paced back and forth—they were inside the large transportation vehicle. A thing made of steel and tracks, powered by a military battery and capable of traversing all types of terrain. It was a slightly foreign object with little of its type being seen in Edryan. Lawruthian kept most of these inventions to the New America Research Center, choosing to release NARC products only when they fit a narrative or perhaps when he wanted to get the minds of the people thinking—expanding on how to use the most natural resource available to them. The internals of the vehicle were stable, with nary a bump being felt within. Its MGB was a sixth generation, allowing it continuous use for three years before the core was completely depleted—barring it could not charge on the neutral mana outside.

It was not the first product of Lawruthian's release and allowed to see the light of day. The Imp series of vehicles such as the Imp Aero, Hydro, and Geo were all products auctioned in the past year. Her child did this to get the people, specifically the [Great Houses] to think about how they could utilize this new source of convenient power outside of just military productions.

"We will wait, Minerva," Titiana spoke, her eyes fixed on the large egg. "It won't be long until she reveals herself if she wishes to be depicted in the Pantheon of Imperius. The faith I've received has already quadrupled in the past hour. I'm sure if she wishes to continue receiving such output, then she will make herself known."

A day and night passed with rain drizzling itself throughout the night of the second day. The conjoined armies returned to Edrya in the late evening of the third day. The spring equinox neared causing the sun to be directly behind the returning armies as they entered through the gates. Thousands, tens of thousands crowded the streets, roaring their appreciation for the returning forces. [Bards] spun tales, [Dancers] threw flowers, and hot-blooded youths flexed in hopes of impressing themselves on one of the hardened soldiers. The men and woman marched with their heads held high, above, demigoddesses and Prestiges floated, gently waving at the Edryans below.

Livia Abara, the first official [Prime Overseer] was gathered at the gates with other new figures of importance to the Class-Based Constitutional Monarchy. She wore her standard uniform, which one may call business casual according to the LSG clothing store she ordered it from. Her purple eyes aligned on the [Path Walkers] above, then on the marching army and large vehicle they surrounded. The object was a bit foreign to her sight but it was clear it transported something of great importance.

"Perhaps it's the corpse of the dragon," Livia silently mused, a smile present on her face. There was an energy in her presence that caught the attention of those around her. It was this woman who would be the [Prime Overseer] for the next ten years—as it happened, she would be the PO for the duration of the [Golden Age].

Not once had her smile dispersed since the announcement several days ago.

[Supreme Judge] Cobra Cobal stood near Livia, his three helpers near him. Carine Holmes swallowed, his eyes bright with excitement. He silently gazed in the distance at his sponsor, Prince Tendra, he'd repeatedly thanked the young man for his favor had elevated him to a level where he was just steps away from the [Prime Overseer]—to him, that meant he was steps away from the [Chosen of Madris] who'd interacted with her prior. The young man's eyes turned and scanned the army, in his hand he happily waved a handheld flag of their country.

"Where is the [Chosen]," Gloria questioned, her gaze continuously scanning the top figures. A worried frown began to appear on her face and she grabbed her taller father's arm.

"Most likely recovering in thar," Judge Cobra responded, placating his daughter as he nodded toward the large transportation vehicle surrounded by the marching armies. His face was impassive but softened at the worried tone of his daughter. "Those in positions to know were informed that our [Chosen] shall be receiving a powerful inheritance of sorts and will not be able ta show himself for quite some time."

Cobra's eyes remained on the vehicle. It was large, with the magi next to it appearing like small animals next to it. The roars of the crowds vibrated his body, their chant of victory unmistakable and undeniable. The large, burly man smiled which brought further reassurance to his daughter next to him.

"We have ta work hard," Cobra stated to the three of his helpers. "We can't let the sacrifices of these men, these magi down."

Another night and day passed, but the energy sustained from the return of the combined armies didn't disperse, instead, it began to increase. Various government institutions capitalized on this as a new breath of life entered Edryan. Queen Titiana silently floated above a large egg, its internals were no longer translucent but now held a glaze that barely allowed the eight figures within to be seen. Since their return, the Queen hadn't allowed the egg to leave her sight. And, should she need to leave, then another of her cohort was ready to take her position.

The beautiful woman allowed her long ebony-gradient hair to hang. It was black until its midst where it transformed into a beautiful dark night-like, snowy white. The Queen was in her (True Body)—different from her (Battle Body), it allowed her to sustain the size but not have the negative effects that came from mortals gazing upon her. She was dressed comfortably, in blue jeans and a causal white shirt with puffed sleeves. Clothes her son had designed and tailored for her.

The Queen's red-gold eyes were closed, and she seemed to be in a meditative trance. However, a heavy aura surrounded the area, suffocating all who approached.

They were deep under the War-Throne palace, in a spacious hall usually meant for other purposes. It had quickly been converted into a room of great importance. (Mage Lights) floated above, casting a yellow light like that of the sun into the room.

Titiana waited patiently, eyes closed but her Intent searching—it looked for a thread, one spread throughout all of Edryan… then gently, like a child grasping the helms of an elder, it tugged for attention. Most mortals could not see the hidden weave that surrounded the world, threads of a God's power that protected them from the hidden forces in the depths of the realm. One needed to break past the limits of mortality for their Intent to have the capacity to interact with these threads—one needed to break past mortality for a greater understanding of reality among many other things. Titiana veered away from the dark, disjointed-looking threads—those belonged to the [Sins], their grasp tight around the Genesis Realm. And, she veered from the ones that shined with a glossed light, looking far too good to be true—those belonged to the [Virtues], very much the same as their counterparts.

…

Same Coin, Different Faces.

…

The threads battled, constantly. Those of the Goddess would smack away those withered or too glossy to be true, preventing them from grasping a mortal. She too, was now helping in this process, relieving the burden of the Goddess.

Her threads, pink in nature, tugged on one's colored golden-brown, the divinity color of the Goddess. Her threads, her Intent spread, able to cover all of Edryan and more after her gains and losses in Wyvern's Roost and the Mountain of Final Hope. She kept them restricted to their land, to not do so was a fallacy that could lead to spiraling consequences.

Those memories returned by the [Final Dragon] were like [Imperius Honey]—so realistic, that those who returned gain nearly all their benefits from the experience. Titiana was now truly level 361. She had reached the cusp of a high-tier demigod but… the price, the loss…

…

Her eyes squeezed tighter and her tug grew stronger.

…

Time continued to pass and nearly ten days went by before the Goddess's threads spread throughout Edryan suddenly gained life and tightly interwoven themselves around Titiana's. No longer did they passively fight against the [Sins] and [Virtues] but actively now.

The Goddess was present.

"Child, my little warrior who I've watched and protected since birth," a warm, gentle, motherly-like voice spoke—not physically, but through Intent. "What is it you've called me for?"

Titiana opened her eyes, and, there stood Madris — the Lavish. One of the Goddess's incarnations had finally answered her call.

Goddess Madris smiled gently at her as she stood tall enough for Titiana to appear like a mortal did next to her. The projection waved a hand and the many threads formed themselves into a throne upon which She sat. Goddess Madris carefully surveyed the room, Her eyes lingering on her [Chosen] and the egg that encased him for a long moment. The Lavish frowned, crossing Her legs as she placed a finger to Her chin in contemplation.

Titiana didn't speak, not because there were no questions on her mind but simply to allow the Goddess time to oversee the nature of the situation. There were a lot of things She could pick up simply from observation.

"Hmmm, this… device is a mix of magic, Old Magic and some… science based properties," the Lavish began, voice tinged with a hint of interest. "Wisdom should have come, but she is more focused on another direction currently and Challenger… well… she's always been the one to enjoy chess more than us."

"My son," Titiana softly whispered.

"Your son is fine—better than fine," Wisdom harrumphed. "Rasheed has blessed him to be nearly as dazzling as We once were when Father created us—not through his talents but through access to the Saphen Genome and its endless mutational Potential."

Goddess Madris waved Her hand, light flashed from the heavy rings she wore. G.E.N.E.S.I.S moved from its original position underneath Titiana and appeared before the projection's face. Her look softened as Her gaze landed on the figure of a male and female pair within. Gently, She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the egg, threads of Her Intent tightly wove themselves around it offering a secondary layer of protection.

Suddenly, the Lavish's eyes took on a new glow and three distinct lights appeared in them before fusing into one. The atmosphere grew heavier and the threads that actively fought against both [Sins] and [Virtues] now completely dominated and pushed both back and completely outside the territory of Edryan.

" We did not calculate Rasheed cutting Our gaze to enact this. He has turned Lawruthian into a Wildcard, but perhaps that is necessary for the win We envisioned," Goddess Madris spoke. Her voice, previously one, now seemed like three. "No matter, it is a shift in our vision but We have already calculated Our win."

Titiana felt the presence of the Goddess increase and she understood it to be the attention of all three incarnations. She was not the only one to feel this increase in presence as every demigod and Prestige appeared outside the door in a matter of seconds. Some, like Marna, directly broke through space in their rush to get here.

Titiana frowned. She clenched her fist and looked at the Goddess. "Must my son suffer like so…?"

"If he is to walk like you— no —if he is to walk like no other, to achieve demigodhood and beyond, then there is no other path than suffering . Although We do not believe in coddling Our [Chosen] with endless gifts and protection, We understand your frustrations," Goddess Madris's voice was heavy and held a hint of warning. Her face was now indifferent. It held a confidence that said even if the world collapsed, She would remain.

"Lawruthian is a Sol we snatched using vast resources and spacetime We cannot undo. Using the power of the Twelve Thrones, We peaked through the keyhole, searching for an answer when we were still all in agreement. Three Sols of exceptional quality were snatched as we were able to find other objects of Fathers that survived Oblivion's attack. We paid a great price for those three while the rest were allowed to roam the Astral."

Titiana looked at G.E.N.E.S.I.S for a long time after the words of Goddess Madris finished. Her look, once soft, gentle , hardened. She was once offered the position of [Chosen]—had she taken it, then perhaps Lawruthian would not be in this state. Perhaps… she would never have born him and gone through all the years of pleasure watching him grow. She wouldn't have understood what a mother's love meant, her own far too distant to call that relationship true.

Those were perhaps, what ifs and what not. Lawruthian walked a path she could no longer halt. And, his enemies would only grow more powerful. If Titiana wanted the strength to protect him, then there was only one path she could take.

The Goddess's indifferent expression softened as their positions seemed to reverse. Titiana who once gently gazed at G.E.N.E.S.I.S was now indifferent. The Goddess Madris who once indifferently gazed at them now showed a hint of humanity.

"Let us cast a Weave upon Edryan… Great ," Goddess Madris smiled as she spoke. "Edryan. It will allow you," she waved her hand and those outside entered. "To gain far greater faith, progress in your levels, and prepare for ascension. It will protect the mortals far greater than the sole process of one. Kubrat, come out."

Titiana's eyes narrowed, as did many others present. Their Intent spread out, searching for a hint of the mentioned demigoddess. Yet, none seemed to be able to find or sense anything.

A sigh escaped from the void, and a scent of lilac and lilies entered the brightly lit hall. Then, like a mirage being dispersed, a single hand removed itself from the void and appeared next to G.E.N.E.S.I.S, right below where Titiana floated. A body followed next and the Demigoddess of Illusion emerged for all to see. Seven pairs of eyes immediately focused on her, some curious, others held complexity and even hostility. Titiana was far closer to the latter than others.

The demigoddess wore a flowery dress but there was a single large hole in her chest where her heart should have been and a sense of death and decay spread from her aura. The emotions of those observing her deepened.

"This… Kubrat… Musa," Margret frowned. "She's dead ."

What appeared before them was only an illusion. There was no physical body, just a remnant of what once was.

"You can make your introductions later, We must cast the Imperius Weave and depart, other matters call for Our attention," Goddess Madris ordered. "Cast your focus into your threads—spread them far and wide as you can but remain within Edryan's borders."

Those who were Prestige carefully squinted, their eyes adjusting until they could see the hidden and unknown parts of the realm. What they saw could only be called a tapestry in the making. Threads, some multicolored, others magenta or pink, spread from the four demigoddesses, each carefully avoiding interaction with one another all underneath the Goddess's. Once they spread as far as they could, the Goddess's threads gently lowered. She opened her mouth right before they connected.

"It will… sting."

The four demigoddesses jerked. For a few seconds Kubrat grew translucent, and her form seemed to nearly unravel. Titiana tasted blood in her mouth as she unknowingly bit her tongue.

"It is… so much," Titiana whispered.

"So much information—every mortal, every blade of grass…," Margret continued.

"We can see them… and if we can see them…," Camilla uttered.

"Then, it can be calculated," Kubrat finished.

"This is the basis of a God's (Omnipresence)," the Goddess said. "I am far more powerful than each of you and have limited what you can see and how far that gaze can cross through time."

The Goddess waved her hand. The connecting threads all seemed to move upward, toward the stars in the sky above. The constellation, once only showing the Goddess with a spear and shield in hand, now showed four smaller women each taking on a pose that ultimately represented their Law—the basis of their Divinity. It wove into a tapestry, one that allowed the mortals to see who it was that protected them.

Kubrat sat upon a flower, her gaze settled on the distant past. Margret held an open tome, a quill in one hand as she wrote while her glasses were pushed over her forehead. Camilla's arms were spread, and her face seemed to cackle like an evil witch over her cauldron. Ten stars, multicolored, representing the Ten Primary Elements formed before her. And, Titiana…? She held a spear in one hand, a heart in the other, as it seemed she weighed each like a balance scale.

The Goddess continued to fade, one final sentence left lingering in the air while the demigoddesses turned strange looks at G.E.N.E.S.I.S—at Lawruthian.

"He's…"

"Mad." — "My son."

"Gather your strength, understand your powers. War … is coming."

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