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Location: Forbidden Substrata — Ruins of Sederis, Undercity capitol.
Temporal Distortion: Stable.
Weather: Null. No light. No time. No warmth, just an eternal night star sky.
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The King's hand closed around Kye's wrist, firm yet steady — a silent command more than comfort. She followed without hesitation, breath shallow in the still air of Sederis's buried underworld, her footsteps echoing across ancient obsidian tiles that hadn't felt life in millennia.
They descended deeper into the hidden ruins of this empire.
Above them, the surface had long since collapsed — buried by centuries of sand and betrayal. But here, below, the echoes of magic still clung to the walls. The architecture was grand: a fusion of high-humans* (humans from the age of magic infused with it naturally prior to the king's greed apocalypse) mage glyphwork and forgotten machine languages carved into obsidian archways and monolithic pylons that pulsed faintly with residual divine circuitry.
The King didn't slow.He didn't hesitate.
And the shadows, famished... didn't dare touch him.
Twisted, hungry things — remnants of spells that had consumed their casters — shrieked and scattered at the edge of his presence. Some screamed in languages long extinct. Some cried with the voices of kings who had once ruled this place.
Yet—
They burned —Not from flame, but from the pressure of his immortal aura, which rolled off him at this instant towards a massive gate... like ocean tides over fire.Wherever he stepped, the dark fled.
From across the black valley of crushed pillars, it emerged.
A gate — impossibly large, shimmering in elder gold, half-sunken in the floor of the ruined citadel.Its surface bore relief carvings that danced under the weight of ancient magic:Images of dragons screaming into the stars, mages bleeding themselves dry for a futur without agony, warriors wielding their blade against one...
And at the center —a man alone, back turned to all, standing at the edge of a broken world... Ho.. a King he was crowned... leading humanity through the age of darkness & magic.
The gate began to move.Not with machinery.Not with sound.
It somewhat obeyed him and recognized his aura pressure...
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The gate carvings begins to move as a blue liquid began to escape from it's base openening the gate.
Fluid, shimmering portal-light bloomed like a lake made of dreams behind it — glowing with dimensional depth, transparent as still water. as a gigantic wave of wind rushed towards them like a scream of the past...
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The King turned to Kye.
His dark hair flowed in the unseen wind.His eyes held no fear, only memory.
He opened his arms.
"Do not be afraid, Kye."
"I've got you here."
She barely had time to nod before he swept her into his arms — and leapt.
The portal pulsed once upon his entry.
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For a heartbeat, there was no world.
Just light.And velocity.And the sound of thunder remembering itself through the portal tunnel cracks.
Kye clung to him as stars warped around them at lightspeed.The King's rags rippled like war banners.His hair whipped around her face, casting shadows of constellations she'd never seen.
She felt him shift mid-flight — not physically, but spiritually — his immortal potential spiking, gripping her soul in place so her mortal body wouldn't shatter.
"Close your eyes," he murmured."We're almost there."
They bursted through the other side.
The sensation was like falling into a frozen heartbeat.
Gravity returned.Reality rethreaded.
And the King landed — barefoot — in silence.
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They stood in the middle of a great desert that glowed softly beneath an eternal starlit sky.
No sun.No moon.Only stars — closer than they should be, as if hung by hand.
The sands were dark, silver-flecked, smooth as silk. The air tasted old.
And in the center of this no-man's land…slept a lake.
Flat. Perfect.Its waters darker than the sky, reflecting stars that no longer existed in the real world.A lake of memory.
And at its center…A castle tower slumbered.
Not crumbling. Not ruined.Still standing.
Alone.Unreachable.Burning softly at it's top with a cold, blue flame that never touched its walls.
"let's make ourselves known from her." He whispered to Kye as he flicked a handfull of sand in the air with his hand infusing his power within. The result erupted like fireworks into the air striking lightning as a light went up atop the tower.
"From here on we walk."
Kye noded.
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At the same time multiple layers of stones & mythical ruins above on the surface of Berkal...
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Location: Western Outer Wall — Ber'Herek, Planet Berkal
Time: 9:04 PM
Threat Status: Code: GODSFALL
Condition: City on Full Martial Lockdown | Satellite Grid Failing | Anti-Divine Shield Overload at 63%
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They came without warnings.Not from the stars.Not from underground.
They arrived walking, through the burnt sky, across the obsidian plains —like gods returning to the temple that once desecrated them.
The remaining Four Black God Weapons — forged by Gorgon to slay the divine,and now turned inward,toward their creators.
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The Gates of Ber'Herek were considered invincible.Towering twenty stories high.Layered in mechsteel, divine alloys enchanted with the most protective symbiotic material found in Orbital asteroids, and bound by twelve core enchantments stolen from dead calamities hunted by Gorgon HQ.The Whole city was protected by such walls, 35 of them all protected by orbital turrets, city-sized force shields, and the best-trained Gorgon shock legions ever assembled.
But theses 4 Black gods weapons did not knock.
They preferred rewriting the concept of doors through sheer strenght as they demanded nothing more than destruction.
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"Welcome to this humbled festival of chaos and destruction... I Zerull... will be your host... TONIGHT AND WITH GLORY ! WE WILL TOPPLE YOUR CITY AND ERASE GORGON'S LEADERS from Berkal Surface may the skies mend my words !!"
Zerull shouted towards the swarm of drones relaying their arrival on bare foot.
Before slashing through a hundred of them with his chimaera magic.
With a single laughter-fueled warcry, Zerull's claws — reforged from old rune tech — struck the outer gates with a rotational spin so fast it bent the air around him into fire.
The First gate wall shuddered.Then cracked.
Not just physically — but magically.
Alarms in every language ignited across the city:
[⚠ Core Gateplate 35 Integrity: FAILING][⚠ Absolute Defense Seal 35: CORRUPTED][⚠ Intrusion Type: DIVINE CLASS - ROGUES]
Luxaria walked through the flames as if they were mist.Her blade sang in frequencies only angels hears before death.
"No more cages. No more contracts.Only vast amount of blood."
With a flick of her wrist, Luxaria launched through the ranks of Gorgon defenders like a living phantom, her blade slicing through power armor, sanctified constructs, and null-field soldiers in blinks of light.
Reality itself glitched behind her — like the Tech enhanced gear of the soldiers was struggling to keep up with her swordplay.
Arriving by the north,
Bram, The orc-machine hybrid roared.
His fist Still blood-stained from the death of Varnex, his massive hydraulic limbs thundered across the warfield, punching shock tanks into clouds of liquified alloy.
Drones swarmed toward him.
He caught three in midair, crushed them together into a molten ball, and threw them through a watchtower like a meteor.
As the gates burned, and the city's skies turned black with from the amount of camouflage tech launched on the outter fields of the gate by Ber'Herek Central —one more figure stepped through the heat haze on the southern 35 wall gate.
No lightning.No thunder.No sound at all — just the slow, patient footsteps of inevitability.
Mir'tek was unlike the others.
He wore no armor.No markings.Just a long, tattered monk's robe fused to his skin with glowing psionic wires and bronze arc-plates.
His face was concealed behind a mask of molten bone, eyes burning with vertical runes — moving constantly like time was trying to rewrite itself just by looking at him.
His presence made heat move backward from his stance.
Flames near him receded.Burned ground reformed — and then combusted again, trapped in an infinite loop of immolation and rebirth from his timeless aura.
A moment later, the entire western trench guarding Ber'Herek's Southern shield generators turned to blue fire,igniting the city's outer dome in a chain reaction that melted skyglass and turned orbital cannon relays into slag.
Mir'tek simply watched as he hid his demonic smile behind his mask.
Not angry.Not vengeful.
Just admiring his work as he had time pulled the magical chords of the wall's shield bare handed, effectively severing the aura supply of the shields. — "No more shields aww.."
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Location : Orbital Command Obsidian spire, Gorgon HQ.
Director-General Netharyn watched the feed of 35, south, north, east go black.
Her eyes jolted in Silence.
Then she muttered through gritted teeth:
"Mir'tek just rewritten our outter shields for the sector 60-100..."
"They're not just attacking us. They're rewriting the end of the world."
She began laughing out loud as she spat on the floor.
"Sure.. you think because we defrosted you for our personnel use... we can't unseal you back..."
Ezarion stopped her by the shoulder from behind her.
"Calm yourself dear collegue, sometimes a little chaos and death can make the hearts of thoses who hate us beg for help with a new stride reborn..."
Varnex stepped out of the shadows as arched his back with a new body..."
"Arrrg... this orc smashed my last memory cells i'm gonna go equip myself with the seal gear it's time we seal theses four back now..."
Ezarion looked at him as he smiled.
"Dying so much over millenias, misleeding this assembly as you spent ressources for nothing Varnex... Be good at it for once and seal back the mess you made.."
The twelve in orbits began to laugh in unison as they mocked Varnex as if all of this chaos on the surface was nothing but collateral chessplay damage as the first inhabitants & the HQ soldiers began to die crushed and killed by the Mad's remaining 4 Black gods.
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The Sector 60-100 began to stirr from the utter chaos reigning there... To be turned into a massive battefield as the 4 unleashed their rage & spells killing anything moving displaying their killing intent from the south - est - northern sides of Ber'Herek.