(928 Years Later)
In the depths of the Dark Abyss, countless undead armies of the Rakshasa stirred, each one driven by malice and hunger for destruction. Most of these beings were at the Green and Blue Realm, but among them, five were Violet Realm Demigods, their power radiating like dark stars in the void. These five had crossed the barriers into the mortal world, threatening the fragile harmony that had existed between the three realms for centuries.
To counter this threat, Prince Lucien, a 2-Star Demigod, descended into the mortal world with his two most trusted right-hand men, both 1-Star Demigods. Their mission was clear: protect the mortals, defend the realms, and stop the Rakshasa at all costs.
"How dare you, Rakshasa!" Lucien roared as his wings unfurled, light gleaming around him. "Do you intend to destroy the harmony of the three realms?"
"Harmony?" one of the Rakshasa sneered, his voice like cracking thunder. "We reject your peace. The Sacred Realm always does what it pleases. We have no need to maintain your so-called balance. We live for chaos—ha ha ha!"
The battlefield trembled as both sides clashed. The air cracked with energy, and shadows twisted unnaturally as the Rakshasa surged forward.
"You will die at our hands, mortal prince!" the leader of the Rakshasa shouted. "We are all 5 and 6-Star Demigods! You are only three stars. Surrender now, and perhaps our Rakshasa King will grant you a swift death!"
"Damn it…" Lucien thought grimly. They were heavily outnumbered and outclassed. But he lifted his chin and shouted, "Silence! We will never surrender!"
Despite their courage, the Rakshasa gained the upper hand. Lucien's strength was waning, and for a moment, he feared he would collapse under the enemy's onslaught.
Then, a blinding white light erupted across the battlefield. The ground shook violently, and the Rakshasa faltered, their movements freezing as if the very air had turned against them.
"The Sacred Realm…" one Rakshasa gasped.
From the light emerged a figure beautiful as jade, her silver hair flowing like moonlight on water. She wore a silver robe that shimmered with divine energy and carried a black spear that seemed alive with power.
"The Banned Goddess?" a Rakshasa whispered, awe and fear mingling in his voice.
Before he could finish, the black spear struck. It moved faster than the eye could follow, cutting through him in an instant. Within moments, all five Violet Realm Demigods lay dead, their life force extinguished by her hand.
Prince Lucien stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Thank you, your Holiness, for coming to our aid."
"It is my duty," she said calmly. "There is no need to thank me." And with that, she vanished as silently as she had arrived, leaving only a lingering hum of power.
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Arielle
As I stood at the precipice of the Dark Abyss, memories surged like a torrent, relentless and raw.
I had become a god twenty-eight years after entering the Abyss. I had conquered all three kingdoms during the Battle of the Five Kingdoms, yet my victory came at a steep price. My two best friends and my master had sacrificed their lives to save me, and their deaths shattered the fragile balance of my mind.
Sanity slipped from me, replaced by a cold cruelty. I killed without mercy. Entire cities fell before me. The resentment energy of the souls I destroyed fed my power, allowing me to surpass the God Level. I even defeated the King of Verdoria, a peak demigod, yet satisfaction eluded me. My thirst for destruction consumed me, and I became the Evil Queen, a figure feared across the three worlds, responsible for the deaths of millions.
Eventually, the Sacred Realm intervened. The Heavenly King transferred all the accumulated resentment into my sword, Netherfiend, and cast it into the depths of Hell. Only then did clarity return, leaving me guilt-ridden and haunted by the innocent lives I had taken.
To atone, I chose to remain in the mortal world, dedicating my existence to protecting and helping mortals as much as I could.
Even in the Sacred Realm, my presence was controversial. Most gods refused to acknowledge me, but the Heavenly King and Queen stood by me. Their support led to a compromise: I could remain a goddess, but I would never receive a divine title, and mortals would never worship me.
I stayed among mortals, living with my family until they passed from natural aging. When they were gone, I roamed the world, a wandering deity among mortals. Over the next nine hundred years, I often visited the Sacred Realm, where the Heavenly King and Queen treated me like their daughter. The Queen insisted on formally adopting me, and together they declared to the world that I was their divine daughter.
Many gods resented this, but none dared oppose their King.
Through my long existence, I learned the structure of divine power. Gods are divided into three realms:
Red Realm — Normal Gods
Golden Realm — Godheads
White / Black Realm — God Kings
Each realm contains five stars, with immense gaps in power between each level. I, a 2-Star Red Realm God, cannot grow as quickly as others because they gain strength from mortal worship, which is denied to me.
The Sacred Realm contains four pavilions:
Imperial Dawn Pavilion
Nightbloom Pavilion
Silver Dew Pavilion
Dragonheart Pavilion
The Netherworld has three great Trias:
Bloodfire Eclipse
Crimson Mirage
Eternal Hell Abyss
Lords of these pavilions and Trias reside at the Golden Realm.
Those who surpass the Golden Realm in the Sacred Realm ascend to the White Realm, while those from the Netherworld ascend to the Dark Realm. Presently, only my God Father, the Heavenly King, has reached the White Realm across all three worlds.
Suddenly, a chill ran through the realms. The skies darkened unnaturally, the wind carrying whispers of chaos.
"Tsk… tsk… what is happening?" I muttered, sensing a power unlike any I had ever felt. The world around me began to turn black, shadows spreading like ink across reality.
"Ohh no " Prince Lucien is here also.
As I reached their side i found them safe.
"Your Holiness What is happening?" Prince Lucien asked, his voice tense.
"I even do not know," I replied, my eyes narrowing. "But this… this is something beyond comprehension. It is as if the world itself is being reshaped by some overwhelming force."
We flew toward the disturbance, the air around us vibrating with raw energy. As we approached, we found that the mortal world had not yet succumbed entirely, and both Lucien and I breathed a sigh of relief—Prince Lucien and the mortals were safe.
But the source of this power was unfathomable.
"This… this is different," I whispered.
"Something monumental is about to unfold. The balance of all three realms is at stake.
The world trembled beneath our wings, and I knew: Something unimaginable is coming.