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While chaos was happening in the Cardinal World of Tensura, far away in the Cardinal World of DxD, another story was unfolding.
In the countryside of the Tribe of Aad, a man named Samor was inside a hidden cave with his wife, Zehra.
Zehra was about to give birth.
Samor stayed by her side, helping her through the pain. He couldn't trust anyone from their tribe. Men there were cruel, treating women like objects. Even fathers used their own daughters for children. Women had no rights, no protection.
To protect Zehra and their unborn child, Samor had taken her away from the village.
"Breathe, Zehra. You can do it," Samor said, holding her hand. His voice was calm, but his eyes were filled with worry.
Zehra screamed in pain, gripping his hand so tightly it almost broke. Samor endured it, encouraging her. At the same time, strange knowledge flowed into his mind—how to guide a birth, how to help his wife deliver safely.
He didn't understand it fully. But deep inside, he knew. This wasn't normal. This knowledge… it was a gift from the Creator Himself.
Their child was special.
Their child was chosen.
"Come on, Zehra! Push!" Samor urged, pressing lightly on her stomach to help.
"Ahhh—!" Zehra cried one last time, and then—
The baby's cry echoed in the cave.
"Waaah! Waaah!"
Samor caught the newborn in his arms, his hands trembling. Tears fell down his cheeks as he looked at his son.
Then something miraculous happened.
Zehra's pain and injuries vanished instantly. Her body healed as if she had never gone through childbirth. She looked at Samor with relief, tears of joy in her eyes.
The baby glowed with a soft golden light for a moment, before the glow faded.
Samor's lips trembled as he whispered, "Our child… he really is a Prophet."
Zehra smiled weakly, holding the baby close. Both of them knew—their son's birth was not just a blessing. It was the beginning of something that would shake the world.
While the Prophet Hud was being born, something strange began happening in the Tribe of Aad.
Cracks appeared on the idols of their false gods—Samad, Hood, even the idol they called "GOD." All of them started to cracked . It was a sign. The end of falsehood was near.
Meanwhile, in the Cardinal World of Tensura, Samael stood silently, looking toward the direction where the Supreme Sorcerer Kingdom once stood.
Now, the land was drenched in blood. Guy Morningstar, his younger brother, had unleashed his wrath there. And honestly, Samael couldn't blame him.
Those people were drowning in sin. Even their civilians were corrupt—raping women, abusing children, treating maids as toys, and enjoying cruelty as if it were normal.
Samael closed his eyes, his expression calm but heavy.
Father… I know you can hear me, Samael thought. I want your permission to suppress their instincts as High Humans. If they keep living with this nature, they'll destroy themselves. Not only that, they'll bring harm to other species too.
His father was all-knowing. Of course, he must have already seen this.
Then a voice echoed in Samael's mind.
"Indeed, you can, my son. After all, I made you the Overseer of this Cardinal World."
Samael slowly opened his eyes. He nodded once, then snapped his fingers twice.
Immediately, glowing seals appeared across the bodies of the remaining High Humans who had escaped the Sorcerer Kingdom's destruction. The seals glowed brightly, sinking into their flesh.
Their violent instincts, their twisted nature—calmed down.
Now, they were no different from ordinary humans.
At least, for the next 300 years.
While all this was going on, in the Cardinal World of DxD, there existed a separate dimension floating above the lands that, in the future, would be called Greece.
This pocket world wasn't natural. It was created by the combined powers of the Primordials—Nyx, Tethys, Uranus, Miric, Gea, and others. They forged it to protect themselves and their pantheon from the endless flood of Chaos.
Other pantheons had already found ways to survive together. The Hindu gods—Shiva, Vishnu, Brahma—were united. The Egyptian gods, led by Ra, also stood firm. Even the newer pantheons—the Shinto with Izanagi and Izanami, and the Norse with Odin and his forces—remained united among themselves.
But the Greek Pantheon was different.
Unlike the others, they lacked unity. Brothers and sisters treated each other with suspicion, sometimes even hatred. Even if they shared blood, their loyalty only stretched to themselves and their closest kin.
Inside a great castle in this private dimension, Gea had just given birth. She held her newborn child, Oceanius, close to her chest. For the first time in ages, warmth filled her heart. She loved her children deeply, and seeing her baby's face made her smile.
Her husband, Uranus, stood nearby. On the surface, he looked happy too. But Gea knew him well.
Behind that smile was an obsession—an obsession with power and divinity greater than all other pantheons. He wanted the Greeks to stand above the rest, yet he couldn't see the truth: no matter how strong they were, they would always be divided.
Unlike the Hindu, Norse, Egyptian, or Shinto gods—who stood as one—the Greek gods were fractured. If Gea were attacked by another pantheon and killed, she knew only Uranus would move to avenge her. Her other siblings would simply watch, acting only if it benefited them.
She sighed. That was the weakness of her pantheon.
Still, when she looked at her firstborn, Oceanius, she felt hope. His divine authority was the oceans and all waters of the world. Water flowed everywhere—on the land, in the seas, even in the atmosphere. It was a power vast enough to drown nations and remake the world.
And she knew this fact pleased Uranus greatly.