Immediately, Elixer summoned all his subjects to assemble, their faces reflecting a mixture of fear and curiosity. Standing before them, he sent out a summons for Elixic, his sworn adversary. As Elixic arrived, tension crackled in the air like a gathering storm. "You're my enemy, but I want to make a deal with you," Elixer began, his voice echoing through the silent hall.
Elixic fixed him with a cold stare, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Why would you make an alliance with someone whose life you're trying to end? Is this some new trick, Elixer?"
Elixer's eyes narrowed, but he pressed on. "It's not a trick. Someone has risen up against both of us. He seeks to destroy everything we've built, but I promise you, he will not prevail. I will witness his downfall with my own eyes."
Elixic hesitated, skepticism etched on his face. "Who exactly is this enemy? Who dares to challenge the great Elixer? Isn't that my job?"
"Yes, normally it would be," Elixer replied. "And your threats have never frightened me. But this war is bigger than us—it threatens the entire order of things. If we want to survive, we must work together to defeat him."
Elixic's expression darkened, suspicion rising. "I bet this is just another one of your schemes. When this 'enemy' is gone, you'll turn on me just like before. Why should I trust you now?"
For a moment, Elixer was silent. Then, with a rare vulnerability, he raised his right hand and declared, "I swear an oath, here and now. I will never turn against you, Elixic. My word is binding. Our true enemy is All—the one who calls himself that. If we don't unite, he will tear us apart, one by one. The secrets I keep, the lies I tell my people—they are nothing compared to the darkness he brings."
Elixic burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. Elixer's face flushed with annoyance. "Why are you laughing? I'm serious."
Elixic wiped a tear from his eye. "You've built your entire life on lies, Elixer. You've deceived your own kind, twisted truths, and hidden your intentions. Now you expect me to believe an oath from you?"
Despite the obvious mistrust and the years of animosity between them, Elixic finally nodded. "Very well. I will join you—but know this: I will be watching for any sign of betrayal. If you cross me, you'll wish you'd never been born."
So, against all odds, the two ancient foes became unlikely allies, united by a greater threat. Their armies began to train together, learning each other's tactics, forging weapons side by side. Rumors spread throughout the realms that the old enemies had joined forces, and the spirits whispered of a coming storm.
Far away, seated on a throne that shimmered with an inner light, All observed it all. His gaze pierced through every layer of reality, seeing not just the actions, but the thoughts and intentions behind them. No secret remained hidden from him; no plot escaped his notice. From the moment Elixer had first emerged as a spirit, to the birth of the angels, and through every rebellion and alliance, All had watched and remembered.
All summoned his most trusted servant, Optima, and bestowed upon him a power that surpassed understanding—a force drawn from the heart of the universe itself. "This war is beneath me," All declared, his voice resonating like thunder. "You will fight in my name. I will not stain my hands with the struggles of these lesser beings. I remain on my throne, untouched and unchallenged."
Optima trembled, his face growing pale with dread. "Master, I am unworthy. I am only a servant. Against Elixer, I am powerless—he commands forces I cannot comprehend."
All's laughter boomed across the void, shaking the foundations of the universe. Without another word, he whisked Optima away to Aluxer—the end place, the very source of all creation. There, in the heart of power, All laid Optima down and called forth the lightning of the cosmos. Bolt after bolt struck Optima, burning away his old self until nothing but ashes remained. For seven days and nights, the ashes smoldered, while the gates of Aluxer stood silent and unmoving.
On the seventh day, the gates burst open, and from the ashes rose a transformed Optima. Power radiated from him, a force almost equal to All himself. This was All's third and final creation—an avatar of his will, capable of shaping fate and bending reality. The power of Aluxer now flowed through Optima, linking him forever to the heart of the universe.
All looked upon his new creation with satisfaction. "You are now my mirror. My strength is your strength. No being dares to challenge All, and now, no one can stand against you either. My origins are beyond all things; my power cannot be traced or undone. Go now. Subdue Elixer and his ally. Capture Elixer, but do not kill him. He has a purpose yet to fulfill."
Optima frowned, confusion flickering in his eyes. "If Elixer is your enemy and I possess your power, why spare his life? Wouldn't it be easier to destroy him and end the threat forever?"
All regarded him with a knowing smile. "You do not see the full picture. Elixer is a master of deception. He whispers to the angels and spirits, convincing them that he alone stands for good while I exist only for evil. He spreads his own legend, claiming he would die for them, but the truth is, only I hold the power of life and death over him. He is useful, in his way, and I alone decide how this story ends."
Optima listened and understood that what was about to unfold would be the greatest war the universe had ever seen—a conflict so immense that nothing would ever equal it again. With a heavy heart and newfound strength, he gathered his most elite warriors, each one forged in the fires of Aluxer, each one hungering for battle.
They marched to Orbitrahia, the ancient battlefield where the fate of realms would be decided. Elixer and Elixic awaited them, standing at the head of their united armies. The air thrummed with anticipation, and even the stars seemed to hold their breath.
Then, the war exploded. Spirits clashed in a storm of energy, the skies torn by lightning and thunder. Elixic wielded Volva, a weapon said to command the very elements, while Elixer unleashed forces that shattered reality itself. Optima and his warriors met them with equal fury, their newfound power lighting up the heavens.
Elixer moved through the chaos like a tempest, his every strike felling Optima's warriors. Elixic fought at his side, their old rivalry forgotten as they faced a common enemy. The battle raged for days, the land itself scarred by the conflict. Storms roared, mountains tumbled, and rivers boiled.
Yet Optima would not yield. With a desperate surge, he seized Volva from Elixic and wielded it with devastating force. The tide turned, and Elixer and Elixic were forced to retreat, falling back to the seven gates of heaven—the last refuge before total defeat.
Optima looked back, only to find devastation. Every one of his warriors had perished, their bodies scattered across the battlefield. Grief and rage mingled within him, driving him to pursue his enemies to the very threshold of heaven. There, he cornered them, leaving them nowhere else to run.
Elixer confronted him, defiance burning in his eyes. "Why did you betray your master, Optima? Was it not All who gave you life and power?"
Optima's voice was cold and resolute. "The same way you betrayed All, your own creator. Betrayal seems to run in your blood."
Elixer's face became a mask of fury and pride. "All never created me. I owe him nothing, and I will never bow to him."
Optima shook his head. "But he brought you forth from nothing, when he created Sectro. Without him, you would not exist. How long will you deny the truth of your own origin?"
The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of destiny, as the final confrontation loomed—a battle not only for power, but for the very soul of the universe itself.
"Has he piled all these lies on you? Did everything really just pop into existence on its own?" Elixer shot back, voice sharp with accusation, eyes blazing with a strange light. The air between them crackled with tension, as if the very fabric of reality was listening in, waiting for the answer.
Volva, trembling but defiant, stared him down. "So if that's true, why do you say you created everything, Elixer?" My heart pounded as I watched, unable to pretend any longer. Deep inside, I was sure he was lying—a liar so old and cunning, he was the very source of every deception in the universe. Suddenly, Elixer's face darkened. He lifted his right hand, and with a gesture both graceful and terrifying, pointed a single finger at Volva. In an instant, unbreakable chains—chains forged in the fires of hell—snapped into place around Volva, pinning him with a force that defied all reason.
But Volva's spirit was wilder than anyone had guessed. In a display of raw power, Elixic—who had long drawn strength from chaos—shattered the infernal chains. Their fragments scattered like shooting stars across the void. Elixic then reached out, and reality itself seemed to bend: Volva was stretched, elongated, pulled into the fabric of space until he became a living bridge. In that moment, a gaping hole ripped through the cosmos—a portal, vast and swirling, that tore open the entrance to other heavens, to untold realms where the laws of physics and magic dissolved. The universe, once a closed system, was suddenly endless, an infinite expanse promising anything and everything.
Optima, witnessing this chaos unravel, felt a chill run down his spine. He shouted, desperation straining his voice, "Elixic! Why are you abusing Volva like this? You know the law of the universe forbids it. If you return Volva, you'll spare yourself from the terrible sin you're poised to commit!"
But Elixic only threw back his head and laughed—a sound as cold and remorseless as the void itself. "I'd sooner die than hand Volva over to you," he spat. With those words, a blinding sign exploded into the heavens, painting the sky with symbols unknown and ancient. Suddenly, before them all, a whole new world took shape—a world fundamentally unlike the endless, intangible universe that came before. This world throbbed with substance; it could bear the weight of flesh and blood, of sorrow and hope. A new age of creation had begun, and it pulsed with possibility.
As Elixer and Elixic saw the first living beings emerging—creatures with breath, bone, and longing—they wasted no time. They plunged through the cosmic hole, vanishing into the newborn world with a swarm of banished spirits and demons trailing in their wake like a shadow. Each unwanted spirit slipped in, carrying their own secret hungers and regrets, eager to shape this fresh creation for their own ends.
Optima was left reeling, a sense of failure crushing his heart. "Oh no!" he cried out, voice echoing across the void. "Why did I let heaven's purity fall to this fragile earth? What fate awaits this world now?"
With heavy steps, he returned to the presence of ALL—the source of all things—burdened by guilt. As Optima stood, his head bowed, ALL opened his ancient eyes, eyes that saw beyond time. In their depths, a vision unfolded: the world of flesh and blood, the human world, blooming like a flower before them. This was a world of complexity and contradiction, a place where love and pain walked hand in hand.
"I created humans," ALL said, voice both tender and immense. "They believe their history stretches back a thousand years, but to me, their entire existence is but a heartbeat. Yet already, Elixer is preparing to seize control, unless something delays him." ALL's gaze grew grave. "You must go, Optima. Save the humans. They rush toward disaster, unaware of the darkness gathering in their midst."
Optima stood frozen, shame gnawing at his soul. He could not forgive himself for allowing his oldest enemies to escape, for failing to prevent the chaos now infecting a world meant for peace and harmony. The weight of his regret was almost unbearable.
"How can I make certain I never disappoint you again, ALL?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, a tremor betraying his vulnerability.
ALL regarded him with infinite compassion. "You are my chosen one. This was never your fault. The prophecy required these events, and your intervention would have prevented the unfolding of destiny. I have seen every possibility; this was necessary for the balance of all things."
Then, as a father blesses his child, ALL bestowed upon Optima a measure of his own glory and power—a radiant strength that pulsed with the promise of hope. It was a force capable of standing against darkness, of healing what had been broken. "Go now," ALL commanded, his voice echoing like thunder and gentle as rain. "Descend to the world of humans. Save them from Elixer and Elixic. The future depends on your courage."
Optima stepped forward as ALL called him, determination burning in his heart. The space around him shimmered and faded, dissolving into a sea of invisible possibility. In that instant, Optima was transformed—not just a guardian, but the hero the world so desperately needed, vanishing into the unknown to fight for a future none could yet imagine.