"Am I intruding on something?" An old man said softly, standing in front of me with grace and a tint of elegance, looking at the crying baby in my hand with interest. He then crouched in front of me and smiled.
"I see. Not even his children can escape the fate of twins." He then looked at the baby with a wild smile and looked into my eyes. He then looked at the chaos monsters, the monsters of the abyss. I then woke up from my stupor and was surprised that a blind, old man was right in front of me. Who was he? How did he get here? Where did he come from? Moreover...
"Old man run away before you get killed by the monsters," I said helplessly. He then looked at me, his grey hair floating and flailing around gracefully.
"We failed you, we deserve this," I said as I sat on the ground, leaning on a boulder whilst holding my crying nephews in my hands. As I sat down, closing my eyes, I then heard a familiar voice. I then looked up to see my brother's hand twitching. Black blood spilling from his mouth. He then stretched his hand slowly, mouthing off inaudible words.
I looked in horror as I saw my brother had been fully corrupted by the whims of the chaos blood. One should know, even though chaos was known for its, or should I say their strength, the reason they are feared above all is the Death Evil yin energy that they use. If a God were to come into contact with a drop of the Evil Yin energy, they would be devoured by chaos, even until the least piece of evidence of their existence was destroyed, including memories of them. They were the perfect chain for all beings, including gods and the strongest mortals. The Death Evil Yin energy is an energy that is also known as the tree of evil, born from the split sin of the progenitors of humanity. Adam and Eve. The tree of good and evil split into the tree of good and the tree of evil. My brother looked at me, his eyes looking dark, almost completely turned black. His yellow eyes permeated through the darkness.
"G...GI"
******Moments before the appearance of the old man******
"There's no end to them…" I muttered, my hands shaking as I held my nephew, who was still crying, his tiny fists hitting my chest. I could feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. Can we win this?
Suddenly, a deafening roar shattered the air. I turned just in time to see one of the massive abyssal creatures, its body covered in blood and filth, charging straight toward me. The ground shook with each step it took, and before I could even react, it was already upon me.
"GREY, MOVE!" My brother shouted from across the battlefield.
I barely had time to react as the creature's clawed hand swiped toward me, its razor-sharp claws aimed for my throat. With all my strength, I shoved my nephew into a nearby alcove and dove to the side just as the creature's claws scraped across the ground where I had just been.
CRASH!
I crashed into the stone wall, my body slamming into the cold surface. I could feel the air rush from my lungs, the pain searing through me. My vision blurred for a moment, and I gasped for breath.
But then, through the haze of blood and dust, I saw him—Bruno, moving faster than anything I had ever seen. The spear Gungnir was already embedded in the creature's skull before I even realized he'd moved. With a swift twist, he yanked it out, the monster's head toppling to the ground with a sickening thud.
The battle raged on, faster and faster, more brutal with each passing moment.
But we would fight until the end.
We had no choice.
"Give him to us," a multi-overlaid voice roared as a shadow loomed over Ethel. My brother and my sister-in-law walked past me and started levitating slowly, going up to meet the Chaos entity.
"Chaos, this place is not for you. Go back home. My children will live." My brother said calmly. Chaos roared with anger.
"Hungggrryyy... Rage... Angry..... Wrath....."The large flying mold squirmed in the sky. It then formed many monsters.
"Feed!!!," it screeched as the monster started bursting to pieces from the mold, causing blood rain, turning anyone the blood rain touches into monsters. As monsters tore themselves from the molds, Chaos shrieked with every monster that spawned. It had a giant, crimson face with no eyeballs, black blood flowing from them.
My brother smiled. He then stretched his right hand in the air. "Gungnir, Ryuji Jingu Bang. Show us your powers. And...." He paused, looking at the monster in the air, moving his tight hand back down, and steam emanated from his hands as he brought it down. Just then, Thunder and lightning roared in the sky, arcing towards the monster. The mold monster, which looked unaffected, then started to shriek. Its shriek rang through the air as it wriggled around vigorously. I wondered what brother had done that had caused the monster to scream in pain. As I contemplated what was going on. I felt my sense telling me to leave the palace. In that moment, a three-headed spear. Larger than the size of the mold emerged from the monster. Aiming towards my direction. It moved so fast that before I could even think, it reached my chest, sending me flying through the palace. I then passed through the rooms of the palace, moving from room to room, hitting a set of unknown runes in a foreign room. I then cough up blood. I then turned to see two twins sleeping peacefully. Two infants lay side by side, cradled in silken cloths woven with gold-threaded patterns befitting their noble birth.
The first, a pale-haired child, bore hair as white as untouched snow, soft and faintly shimmering under the light. His eyes, when they blinked open, revealed a piercing crimson glow—red like rubies set aflame. He was wrapped in a cloth of deep midnight blue, trimmed with silver, emphasizing the eerie purity of his appearance.
Beside him rested his twin, a darker contrast. His hair was black as a raven's wing, thick even in infancy, framing a face serene yet already sharp in presence. His eyes shone a striking amber-yellow, like molten gold caught in a candle's flame. He was swaddled in a cloth of ivory white, laced with gold threads, as if to mark him with light against his brother's pale brilliance.
Together, they seemed less like ordinary babes and more like two halves of a prophecy—light and shadow, fire and gold, born as one royal bloodline yet destined to diverge." It seems they are still sleeping". I sighed in relief; this meant chaos couldn't pinpoint their location. Every time my nephews woke up abruptly and started crying out loud, the world would start to quake, mana would be scarce, and spirits would go into hiding, as if all of existence was scared by his awakening. Chaos then turned towards the ruined castle and looked straight at me. Filled with hatred. It couldn't move since it was nailed in place in the sky by two weapons. One three-headed spear made of sapphire and gold, with dragon and lightning runes drawn on it, and the other a golden staff with golden carving, which I was able to identify as the nirvana scriptures, the holy scriptures written by Buddha herself. There was only one person who used this staff. I gasped. It was the staff of the great sage. The king of the monkeys, Sun Wukong. How did brother get the original Sun WuKong's stuff? And he also has the original Gungnir? How? Moreover, he had Odin's spear, the soul-seeking spear Gungnir. The spear that never misses its target. If I were Gungir's target when it hit me, I would have died, but since the attack wasn't for me, Gungir couldn't pierce me. Any normal person would be dead either way. But as a prince of Ethel and one with divine blood, I am stronger than your average individual. But still..... That's too far. I complained inwardly. "You alright, kiddo?" brother shouted at me. I looked at him intensely with utter annoyance.
"Bruno. Are you trying to kill me?" I said, coughing out the clot of blood that had built up in my throat.
"Ooohh, don't be such a crybaby. You have taken worse hits than this." He laughed. I watched him stupefied. Diana then knocked my brother on his head, causing a make-shift tornado to appear right above him, sending him towards the ground. "Bruno, take this seriously," she chastised him. Do these guys have the mental energy to bicker in this situation?. A deafening roar obstructed my thoughts."BRING IT TO MEEE!!!!!". I heard. I winced at the mental disruption brought about by the roar. My brother turned to look at the chaos as he dusted off the dirt from his clothes.
"You know chaos. I am the direct opposite of you. At least that's what others say, but you know, I am rather a direct compliment," my brother said as his eyes glowed a darker and brighter shade of yellow.
"Order," he said. At that moment, the sky seemed to crack like glass that was broken into many pieces. " The Dimension of Isolation," I gasped as I watched the phenomenon happening before my eyes. This was a technique only high Gods were capable of. It was more of a God domain, an ability that allows you to create a special manifestation of your soul physically. But with my brother's God Domain, he created a whole new reality, sort of an alternate reality, in which he rules supreme.
"Dear, would you mind dealing with the monsters?". My brother said to my sister-in-law with a smile. She watched him with a hint of worry. He smiled goofily.
"Don't worry, we live together, we die together ". He said as he looked towards Chaos. She then nodded. And got back down to the palace, glancing coldly at the spawning monsters, she turned, smiling at me.
"Grey. Please look after my children," she walked towards the gathering of mould monsters. Her slender legs touched the ground. Causing a giant tree to appear.
"Interesting. I pity you ugly things". She said with a tint of coldness in a mocking voice. The large tree then brought down one of its branches. She then looked at it and smiled.
"Thank you". She said. "Plant magic, 9 Tier Human magic, Tree of willowed blades."