Nine figures lay motionless. The silence was overwhelming.From a distance, UCREAJ watched them, a memory echoing through his mind:
"These armors will help your brothers in the future... in the war."
That message had burned itself into his soul. If they—those from the future—had come to warn him, it could only mean one thing:He was the turning point.
No more hesitation.He made his choice.
With a solemn breath, he removed the divine armor. A single doubt remained:How to hide it from the other gods?He thought of sealing it away—somewhere unreachable, in a dimension folded within his own robe—so deeply buried that not even he would know its exact location.The moment he finished the ritual, the armor vanished.
He crossed the silent chamber. The door opened by itself.He stepped through a silver portal.
His mind was clear.He needed to speak with his brothers—those who might still be on his side.To visit their temples.To warn them.
The first thing he saw on the other side was the color he hated most:meaningless white.An endless void that offered nothing. It made him sick, but he pushed through.
He flew fast—toward the domain of the one he trusted most: PCREAK, one of the gods of creation, like himself.
Hidden within the white, he found his brother's portal.The moment he crossed it, everything changed.
A universe of dark blue unfolded before him, streaked with celestial light and lines of red.Floating galaxies.Stars humming in harmony.It was beautiful.
At the center of this place: a massive chair.
A figure sat upon it, relaxed. His robe blended so perfectly with the colors of his domain that it was nearly impossible to see him—until he lifted his gaze.
—"What do you want?" asked PCREAK.
His voice was low, heavy. Even UCREAJ felt a chill.
—"I need to show you something," UCREAJ replied.Without hesitation, he revealed the card.
From it, the armor emerged and wrapped around him, piece by piece.PCREAK rose immediately.His golden eyes, the deep blue ends of his hair fading into a light sky blue center—everything in his expression showed surprise.
—"What is that?"
—"An armor that grants power... without needing to be seen as a god," UCREAJ said proudly.
He summoned his sword. It pulsed with energy.With a single, clean swing, it unleashed a shockwave that split a star in the distance.
—"Let me show you how to forge them. You can create an entire army with this."
PCREAK said nothing. He studied the armor closely.
—"And those fragments? What are they? Why use that material?"
—"They're parts of us. Fragments of our essence as gods of creation. I think we can channel power into them... though I still don't fully understand how they work."He smiled, somewhat embarrassed.—"As for the material—it transfers energy instantly. And if it gets enough, it becomes unbreakable."
—"And there won't be consequences? You know we're breaking rules here. Nothing in this universe is free."
—"I'm fine. Nothing has happened to me."He lied—or maybe he just wanted to believe it.He couldn't let his work be labeled a mistake.
They spoke for hours.Ideas. Designs. Warnings.Until finally, PCREAK stood. His voice was firm:
—"Then I'll do it."
From his chest, a light burst forth.A red fragment emerged.
UCREAJ froze.That color...
It was the same red the three figures from the future had worn.Could they be part of PCREAK's future army?
A seed of doubt planted itself inside him.It began to grow.
—"UCREAJ? Are you okay?" PCREAK asked.
—"Of course. Everything's fine."He smiled—fake, but convincing enough.
—"You already know how to build your armor... and your soldiers."
—"I'll make mine like yours," PCREAK replied, smiling with confidence.
UCREAJ left.
But as he drifted away through the stars, that shadow in his mind only grew.That inevitable war—was it truly against the white?
After all, the white sky had forbidden him from creating his own sphere—his own world for his creations to live in.His hatred now burned stronger than ever.
And if the future had shown him a battlefield...Then he knew, without a doubt:
He would stand on the opposite side.