She wore a form-fitting dress that twinkled, changing in a wide variety of bright colors depending on the angle of her hips. Not only that, but her figure constantly left a trail behind whenever this woman moved.
'Unsightly,' the Individual thought, forcing a smile upon seeing her, especially that delicate glass sound he hears at every step she makes. Nevertheless, catching a glimpse of those heels on her feet that seemed too fragile to withstand made him gnash his teeth.
Keen enough to distinguish, she could feel that the Individual was definitely angered upon her visit. After all, he already had an inkling of a thought of her purpose for, and he was not in the mood for it.
"G-Great One! All of the Ennulseans, which the other 9 Limereals summoned are gathering in order to discuss the plans on what part of the universe we shall conquer as it has been some time. They and even Sir Talkan have requested of me, your direct servant, to ask of you, to attend the gathering, in hopes that you will listen to their plea and support them."
As soon as Isvel said that, she could feel her own heartbeat, pounding so rapidly upon the silent atmosphere. Having thought that way, a being like her no longer possesses a simple construct of a mortal. Rather, it was Isvel's own thoughts that manipulated her to think that way, unaware about the fear she was feeling.
Fidgeting her fingers together, while waiting for his response, knowing that his mood could shift at any moment. Though this Limereal was known for her radiance, yet within the presence of the Individual, her brilliance seemed to fade away.
Isvel is one of the ten Limereal's responsible for managing the Ennulseans in the southern part of the universe. Her counterpart, Talkan, was nicknamed "the Monster" who hailed from the Nar'an Range. He was the strongest of all the Limereal. An anomalous, humanoid monster who disguises himself, looking like an innocent pale-skinned man with bloodshot eyes and dark red hair whose body creepily twitches.
The gods are ranked in orders of Lesser gods, which are known as Molders in this region. As well as Central gods, famously known as Ennulseans. Lastly, the High gods, who are given the exalted title of Limereals.
Despite being the lower end of the stick, Molders are actually responsible for utilizing both organic and inorganic materials with their unique power. Meanwhile, Ennulseans are beings who make the Molders come into existence. Then the Limereals, beings who tread between the lines of the abstract postulate.
Numbering tens, even reaching a hundredth of them in their armies, the Limereals governed vast territories across the south. It had gone silent for quite some time that she couldn't help but swallow the feeling of anticipation on her throat, and when Isvel opened her own mouth to speak.
'Yiie!" Isvel squealed, when she was instantly met by a bottomless pit with her radiance now fully gone, leaving her tearful and so she immediately lowered her gaze, turned back before leaving in a hurry, not daring to speak with the Individual any further.
After she had left, the Individual exhaled before standing up from his broken seat and walked towards the see-through wall, pondering the idea of attending the gathering knowing that his presence alone would spark controversy and chaos among the gods.
The Individual clicked his tongue as he wanted to keep on watching Elias's growth, "Although I am left in want, my thoughts say otherwise upon the idea of going back towards the past, yet I simply cannot do it without any prior preparation."
Looking down towards his right hand, the Individual brought it above his waist and formed it into a fist before opening it, but only keeping the middle finger back by his thumb while the other three were stretched.
A single flick was what the Individual performed, as he suddenly realized and left with a grin on his face, "The Aether Orb.." he softly voiced, "What made me realize it so late?" Clicking his tongue three times, the Individual proceeded to vanish from sight and only returned with an attached cloak on a long sleeved robe from a world of Dwindlers.
Finally coming to a decision and so he made his way, not through a portal, for he knew something was already in there, observing whoever came before it. Indeed, this vibrant blue hue of a portal could slightly alter his plan.
Causing him to smile, perhaps he was way too cheerful as the last moments of the Individual being seen became vague to the eyes, his figure clouded in an essence of mystery and soon faded.
Grandest of all things, this was once a small planet filled with organic life and now it has become nothing more than a footstool for the gods. Every single Molder were mobilized together with their own creators, and with lots of effort going into its construction, one could hear the harmonious strains of music upon entering this place.
More than that, the skies produced a much deeper pitch than their normal blues, for the atmospheric space was made of crystallized glaciers. Amidst this world, glowed a large obelisk that stood opposite from the ground, and there were representations on each side of its surface.
The obelisk started to bleed, a red liquid dripped its way towards the tip before it accumulated like a balloon. Gurgling while it formed itself a spherical shape, a stream was made when it was set free, crashing towards the ground.
However, the stream landed so softly that there was no sound upon its impact, but a body was formed. Ennulseans submitted themselves towards the exalted being, those bloodshot eyes rendered terror.
"Hail, being of Horrors, hail." Declared the Ennulseans. A monster has come, and what arose behind him was a great pillar of his own likeness. The monster made manifest as blood could be witnessed seeping out of the highest pillar.
"I am.. the first.." spoken with such heaviness and struggle, the Ennulseans quivered to bring a reply to his words. Talkan looked over the gallantic design of this small planet, and was satisfied from seeing the Ennulseans, but they didn't know that.
Suddenly, something shifted the great obelisk to represent another one, and it was imbued with decay this time. The obelisk seemed to be crumbling apart as some of its construct fell, but it was built to withstand the powers of Limereals.
A plethora of reddish-brown gas surfaced before a disgusting mouth appeared beneath the iridescent ground, forming a huge opening. Releasing not only an oozing plague within the area, but also several necrotic arms and a statuesque figure brought forth last at its center by a twisted arm.
Once more, another entity that resembled a face of a mortal, wearing clear quartz bended into frames which became the entity's second skin. Although it seemed confined on the outside, but it was as soft as a feather on the inside. Embroidered to the full with mysterious motifs and all of that solely because it was tailored to be the greatest.
Whoever it was, definitely exuded an air of regal authority as it slowly made its move towards where Talkan was. Gliding out while the Limereal's face had a constant smile, "Marvelous.." speaking without a slight bit of movement on its mouth, likewise, another pillar rose again but this time, the structure was made out of pure diamonds.
"Arise, being of-" only to be interrupted midway by Talkan's voice, "Orgal.. you insist on embracing.. your own dreams, rather than.. what you are.." the Ennulseans dared not to look up, "If it were the past, maybe I would have remained the same."
Orgal answered, "By the looks of it, what are your thoughts about the aesthetic place that I designed, your grace?" Every fiber of Talkan's being started to gush out dark blood when he emitted a deep breath, Talkan simply expressed his delight upon hearing those words that seemed like a death threat in their perspective.
Orgal mainly hails in the Arr'us Range alongside minor galaxies. From afar, a split array of sumptuous chairs were arranged, each seat having their own separate designs that originated from their home galaxy, making it easier for one to distinguish the others.
The ceremony continued as the remaining seven of the Limereal followed while the last one came slightly late, which was a torrent of Brilliance.
An assembly that represented the entirety of the south, such a tame atmosphere being displayed by the gods that only made Ennulseans whisper amongst themselves. "Being here feels longer than spending time with my sons.." Uttered one of the Ennulseans, "Don't we all?" replied his colleague. Making the former go silent in embarrassment upon sensing the displeasure on his colleague's words, "It's not your typical day to see all ten of them gathering in the same place, so just enjoy it."
Another Ennulsean from behind tried to get close to the two after hearing them speak of the Limereals, which further angered the already pissed off Ennulsean. "What is there to enjoy, when we can't even bring ourselves to look at them?!" Increasing the awkward atmosphere within their group and soon enough, something interesting was starting to take shape.