Chapter 5: Zaiyal and the others enter the Kingdom of Guardia, the Lodoria Trial continues and visions of Kaido.
Zaiyal, Qayyim and the others were in Dervek's vehicle headed towards the border between the Qatari Empire and the Kingdom of Guardia. "How close to the stable station at the border?" said Zaiyal. Dervek who was driving the hovering device stated: "we'll be there in another 10 minutes or so." Qayyim called Nova on her portable tablet, Nova picked up the phone. "Hello Qayyim." Qayyim responded: "Hello father, we're about to cross the border please make sure the government is notified as soon as possible." Nova began to say: "You got i…" when Demi grabbed the phone, "is Talus there, where is Talus, why have you been ghosting me?! You're dodging me all the time." Sarai began to chuckle, "Lover's quarrel?" Talus walked over and picked up the tablet, "Honestly, what are you going on about women?" But Demi yelled back with a very nasty attitude, "Why won't you take me on a date Talus?! You told me we'll go on a date!!" Talus was confused, looking around slightly nervously, "I promised to go on a date, what on earth is a date?!" This sent Demi into an outburst, "Stop playing dumb you big dummy!! When you get back in 2 weeks time, you're taking me on a date and that's final!! So don't try to even get out of it!!"
After this she hung up the phone, Talus was in a cold sweat, he looked terrified. "What's a date?!" Zaiyal responded indifferently: "It's when a man goes on a romantic dinner with a woman to win her heart." After that Talus's face turned white, "WHAT THAT'S A DATE!!!! You can't expect me to do that, that bitch is crazy!! She's the queen of the demon realm." Qayyim laughed: "Oh but that shouldn't be a problem for you aren't you Talus, esteemed member of the Mozaku, the great Demon Clan." Talus shrugged in fear, "Look she scares me alright." Aquarius began to scold Talus after that: "Well you promise her Talus whether you knew what a date was or not, ignorance is not an excuse. When you promise someone, especially a woman you're going on a date, then that's final!! Do you understand Talus, it's final!!" Talus, looking terrified, looked over at Zaiyal. Zaiyal opened one eye and said, "If you're thinking I'm going to argue with my ex-wife, I wouldn't even argue with my current-wife, it just makes it easier since she's right." Talus virtually crumbled: "Fine, I'll take her on a stupid date. You people are insane." Qayyim chuckled. As this discussion ended Dervik declared: "We're here at the stables! Get on and we'll cross the border into Guardia!"
The group disembarked from Dervek's vehicle and made their way towards the stable station. The station was a large, fortified outpost with towering metal gates separating the two nations. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their uniforms adorned with the insignia of the Qatari Empire. The station was bustling with travelers, merchants, and officials, all waiting for clearance to cross the border. Zaiyal led the group through the station, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. "Stay close and don't cause any unnecessary attention," he warned. As they approached the checkpoint, an imperial officer stepped forward, his gaze stern. "Papers," he demanded. Qayyim retrieved a small holographic document from her pocket and handed it over. The officer examined it carefully before nodding and waving them through. The others followed suit, each presenting their identification. Just as Talus reached for his, a loud voice rang through the air.
"Hold it right there!" The group tensed as another officer approached, his piercing eyes locked onto Talus. "You… you're Talus of the Mozaku, aren't you?" Talus's face remained expressionless, but internally, he was cursing his luck. "Yeah, that's me. What's it to you?" The officer smirked. "My younger sister's been talking about you nonstop. Susan's been going on and on about whether she would do anything to go on a date with you." Talus became angry: "As if I'd waste time with vapid women!!" Zaiyal laughed: "Looks like someone's popular with the ladies, sorry he's taken he's already going on a date with a friend of ours." After this they left the Entrypoint and stopped right outside in front of a horse stable. They all got on their horses and took off in the direction of Guardia, a journey that would take no less than a day.
Meanwhile in Lodoria…
The creatures were dealt with and now Hermes fell to the ground, she held her head as she had a searing pain. Ungar ran over, "Hermes are you alright?!" Hermes replied: "Yeah, I'm fine, why are you even here Ungar?" Ungar knelt beside Hermes, concern written all over his face. "You don't look fine. That was no ordinary attack—something hit you, didn't it?" Hermes gritted her teeth, trying to steady her breathing. "It was…a vision. A powerful one." She struggled to sit up, clutching her head as the pain slowly subsided. "Kaido… I saw him." Ungar's expression darkened. "Kaido? Are you sure?" Hermes nodded, her mind racing with the images that had just flooded her consciousness. The vision had been brief but intense—Kaido standing atop a mountain of bodies, his eyes glowing with an eerie crimson light. The sky around him swirled with dark energy, and an ominous voice echoed in the background, whispering something incomprehensible. But one thing was clear—Kaido was alive, and he was stronger than ever.
Ungar said, "that's no prophecy that happened over 1,000 years ago for me, about 100 years before I met Daniel." Hermes was shocked, "What do you mean? What are you talking about, you know this person," she said in shock. Ungar sighed, "Yes Kaido was the Gatekeeper before Daniel." Hermes was in shock. Ungar explained the story which I will relay to you here. 100 years before Daniel became the Gatekeeper on Helios a young Japanese man named Kaido fell into a well at his family's Shinto temple. When he ascended out of it, he was in another universe outside of the one Helios resided in on a planet called, Tekmiria." Kaido, unlike Daniel, maintained his exact human form and the only figures he knew from this canon so we're Ungar and Sir Rhyme who greeted him at the well, Ungar for his part we're ordered to do so by Ebisu. Kaido went on his own series of adventures in Tekmiria and eventually Ungar stopped showing up when Kaido grew strong enough. In one of the adventures Ungar witnessed Kaido being overwhelmed with power as he absorbed more mana that he could take in a lapse of judgement and brutally killed an enemy army standing on top of their bodies. But Kaido grew over time and he didn't do such a thing ever again, in fact he totally mastered his martial arts skills. He was truly a legendary hero.
Hermes sighed, "I guess that makes sense." She began to speak again: "I just don't know how…" As she said this her eyes began to glow white and she opened her mouth, from her mouth a figure appeared which looked like a ball of light but in an instant it transformed into what it truly was. It was Kaido. Kaido was a young Japanese man with black hair, a sword in hand and a red cape fluttering at his back. Kaito began to pant, he looked up in shock: "UNGAR, What are you doing here?!" Ungar instinctively stepped back, his eyes widening as he stared at Kaido. "Kaido?! This—this isn't possible…" Kaido looked around frantically, taking in his surroundings before his eyes locked onto Hermes. He was still catching his breath as if he had just run a great distance. "Where am I?" His voice was sharp, demanding answers. Hermes, still stunned by what had just happened, touched her throat. She could still feel the remnants of energy where Kaido had emerged. "I— I don't know." She turned to Ungar. "What's happening? How did he—" Ungar's metal face darkened, his usual stern composure slipping into something more ominous. "This shouldn't be possible." His hand twitched, instinctively reaching for the hilt of his weapon. "Kaido… are you real?" Kaido narrowed his eyes. "What kind of question is that? I should be asking you! One moment I was—" He stopped mid-sentence, his expression shifting from confusion to realization. His grip tightened around his sword. "I was fighting. And then—" His eyes darted to Hermes, and something in his gaze softened. "You pulled me here, didn't you?" Hermes swallowed, still trying to process everything. "I don't know how… but I think so." Ungar took a deep breath, steadying himself. "If this is real, if you're real… then where have you been, Kaido? You disappeared. For centuries. You are from another world." Kaido's jaw clenched, and for a long moment, he didn't answer. Then, finally, he said, "I was lost. No—I was taken." Hermes and Ungar exchanged glances. Ungar's grip on his weapon tightened. "By who?" Kaido's face darkened, shadows seeming to dance across his features. "I don't know their names. But they were powerful—beyond anything I've ever faced. They… unmade me. And then… remade me." His fingers trembled slightly over the hilt of his sword. "I've been fighting my way back ever since." Hermes' stomach twisted. "Back from where?" Kaido met her gaze, his crimson eyes flickering with something ancient and worn. "From the Void."
Ungar said softly, "Explain everything." Kaido explained that after Ungar and Sir Rhyme left he lived out the rest of his life in Japan and would sometimes return to Tekmiria sometimes and went on to die in Tokyo in the year 2075. He was reborn as a young man from Austria-Hungary in 1885. He went on to serve in the Austrian army in WWI (1914-1918) and in the German Wehrmacht in WWII (1939-1945) but ended up dying on the Russian front in 1941. After this he was reborn in some other world, where he was experimented on over and over again he fought a spiritual battle to return home and he seems somehow almost by accident through an act of Hermes he was somehow successful.
Hermes and Ungar stood in stunned silence as Kaido finished his explanation. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Ungar finally spoke, his voice low and tense. "You're telling me… you've lived multiple lives, died, and been reborn—only to end up in the Void? And now, through some accident, you're here again?" Kaido nodded, his crimson eyes flickering with exhaustion. "I don't know how, but yes. I've fought my way through horrors I can't even begin to describe, through time itself. Every time I died, I was reborn, thrown into another life. I thought maybe it was some cruel cosmic joke. But the last time… in that place, that other world, something changed." He exhaled slowly, his hand tightening around his sword. "They broke me down, again and again. Experimented on my soul. Tried to erase me. But they failed. I escaped." Hermes took a step closer, her expression full of questions. "Who were 'they'? What did they want?" Kaido hesitated, his jaw clenching. "I don't know their true name, but I've heard whispers—fragments of knowledge between my rebirths. Some call them the Architects. Others, the Weavers of Fate. They exist outside time, outside reality. They don't just control the flow of existence—they rewrite it." His voice dropped lower. "They took me apart piece by piece, trying to find something inside.
Hermes heard a scream and ran towards it, it was Ashley Benares she was being attacked by a giant venus fly trap. It was about to kill her. But Hermes jumped in and saved her. A memory flashed in Ashley's mind of her treating Hermes like trash insulting her and calling her a skank. Because of this Ashley was deeply confused, why was this girl who she had never said a kind word towards defending her and saving her life. Ashley stumbled backward, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as Hermes pushed her aside. The monstrous Venus flytrap snapped its jaws again, its thick vines writhing like serpents, searching for another victim. Hermes stood her ground, golden light crackling around her fingertips as she summoned her power. "Stay back!" Hermes commanded, eyes locked onto the monstrous plant. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a wave of divine energy surging forward, severing the creature's reaching tendrils. The beast roared—a sickly, guttural sound—before lashing out again, its jaws stretching impossibly wide.
Ashley watched in stunned silence, still grappling with the absurdity of the situation. Hermes—this girl she had mocked, ridiculed, and dismissed—had just risked her life to save her. Guilt twisted inside her, making her stomach churn. Kaido stepped forward, his crimson eyes narrowing. "I'll finish this." With a swift, practiced motion, he unsheathed his sword. The blade shimmered with an eerie glow, almost as if it were alive. He lunged forward, slashing through the thick stalk of the plant. Dark green ichor sprayed across the ground as the creature let out another unearthly shriek.
Hermes took advantage of the distraction, summoning a spear of pure energy and hurling it into the beast's open maw. The spear detonated inside, sending shreds of plant matter flying in all directions. With a final shudder, the monstrous Venus flytrap collapsed, its massive form withering into nothingness. Ashley sat on the ground, her chest heaving as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. "Why…?" Her voice was barely a whisper. Hermes turned to face her, brushing dirt off her hands. "Why what?" "Why did you save me?" Ashley asked, her voice cracking. "After everything I said to you… why?" Hermes stared at her for a long moment before sighing. "Because you needed help." Ashley felt something inside her shift—something she couldn't quite name. The memory of all the cruel things she had said to Hermes played over in her mind, but now they felt hollow, meaningless in the face of what had just happened. Kaido sheathed his sword, his gaze flicking between the two women before turning back to Ungar and Hermes. "This isn't over. If the Architects are truly behind everything… they won't stop. They'll come for us again." Ungar, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. "Then we need to prepare." His voice was firm, his eyes filled with determination. "No more running. No more hiding. If these Architects think they can control fate, it's time we prove them wrong." Hermes nodded, her expression hardening. "Agreed."
Ashley, still shaken, looked up at them. For the first time in a long time, she felt something other than resentment or anger. She felt… purpose. Whatever was coming, they would face it together.
From the shadows appeared a strange small imp-like creature. The creature opened its mouth, "If you decided to come, you clearly don't value your lives." Ungar knew who it was instantly… "that's Blingo." The day was already halfway over, and now they had to face the strongest opponent on the island. Blingo was the little imp that looked kind of like a cross between an elf and a gnome who wielded incredible power. Ungar stood there with the armor which draped his entire body, his black cape and the red eyes seen through the visor in his helmet, "this is him, get ready, things are about to get intense." Blingo flew into a blind rage summoning mana everywhere it began to flow like water and shot down into the earth like knives.
The ground trembled as Blingo's mana-infused projectiles struck, carving deep gouges into the earth. The air hummed with energy, thick and suffocating, as tendrils of raw magic crackled around the imp's tiny frame. His small stature belied his sheer power, and Hermes could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on them like a storm about to break. Kaido was the first to react, launching himself forward with blinding speed. His sword flashed, a streak of silver aiming straight for Blingo's throat. But before it could connect, a barrier of shimmering blue light erupted between them, sending Kaido skidding back. He barely landed on his feet before another burst of energy shot toward him, forcing him to twist out of the way.
Ashley scrambled to her feet, gripping her dagger tightly. She wasn't sure how much she could contribute against something like this, but she refused to be dead weight. Her mind raced as she watched Blingo hover in the air, eyes glowing with an unnatural fire. Ungar, ever the tactician, wasted no time. He stomped forward, raising his gauntleted hands. "Hermes! Kaido! We need to disrupt his casting before he builds up more power!" Hermes nodded, already moving. She conjured another spear of energy, hurling it straight at Blingo. The imp cackled, twisting in midair and deflecting the attack with a flick of his wrist. The spear ricocheted, slamming into a nearby tree and reducing it to splinters.
"Too slow," Blingo sneered. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned a storm of violet lightning that surged toward Hermes. She barely managed to erect a shield in time, the impact forcing her back several paces. Her arms trembled from the sheer force of the attack. Kaido lunged again, his sword glowing with a golden light. This time, he aimed for the ground beneath Blingo, hoping to destabilize him. His blade struck the earth, sending a shockwave rippling outward. Chunks of stone and debris flew into the air, but Blingo merely laughed, floating effortlessly above the destruction. "Pathetic," the imp sneered. "You mortals always think brute force is the answer." Ungar clenched his fists, his red eyes narrowing behind his visor. "I'm no mortal… Enough games." He slammed his hands together, and the ground beneath them pulsed. Runes, ancient and intricate, began to glow in a massive circle around them.
Blingo's laughter died instantly. "What is this?" he snarled, his wings flaring as he tried to rise higher. But the runes pulsed again, and suddenly, his movement slowed.
"Binding magic," Ungar said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Let's see how powerful you really are when you're stuck in one place." Hermes didn't hesitate. She summoned another spear, this one burning white-hot, and hurled it at Blingo. The imp shrieked as the spear connected, sending a burst of energy through his tiny form. He tumbled through the air, his body smoking, but still alive.
Kaido was already on him, sword raised for the killing blow. But Blingo wasn't done yet. With a bloodcurdling scream, he unleashed a final surge of mana, shattering Ungar's runes in a brilliant explosion of light. The force of it sent them all sprawling, their ears ringing, their vision blurred. When the dust settled, Blingo was panting, barely hovering above the ground. But he was grinning. "You're stronger than I thought," he admitted. "But not strong enough." Ashley, still dazed, forced herself up. She could see the others recovering, and could see Blingo preparing another spell. She knew they couldn't keep this up much longer. They had to end this. And fast. Gritting her teeth, she took a step forward, gripping her dagger so tightly her knuckles turned white. "Hey, Blingo!" she shouted. The imp's gaze snapped to her, and she took a shaky breath. "You talk a lot for someone who's about to lose." Blingo bared his teeth. "Bold words, girl." Ashley forced a smirk, ignoring the fear pounding in her chest. "Yeah? Then come and prove me wrong." Blingo snarled—and took the bait.
As Blingo was about to strike a portal appeared above him and an ethereal prison fell on top of him, just that it was over. Ungar picked it up, holding up Blingo, "The government might make good use of this buffoon." Ungar turned towards Hermes, "Hermes the day's almost over, all of you need to head back to the airship you don't want to be left behind, I'll be heading off with Kaido, we'll figure out what the hell happened with this. If anyone can figure this out in this world it's Nova." After this everyone headed back to the airship the training day was over. Ungar and Kaido had taken off back to Nova's compound.
As they were flying there, Ungar said, "Kaido we're going to a place called the Compound, my friend Nova should be able to figure out what's going on." As he said that the tablet Ungar was holding began to ring, it was Nova's number: "Speak of the devil." Ungar picked it up: "Look long story, Hermes spit out a former Gate Keeper, the one before Daniel to be exact, I'm taking him straight to your lab in the hopes you can figure out what the hell is going on." Nova stated somewhat perplexed: "Really? Well I'm with the government and Alabaster drops him off anyway J will be there. She's proficient and will be able to run some tests. Just give him the coordinates to my compound." Ungar nodded and ended the call. Ungar handed the device to Kaido, "You know how to get here right?" Kaido nodded and explained in detail how he knew. Ungar for his part said, "Good we're splitting up for now. I'll meet you back at the Compound when I'm done." They agreed and Ungar split up from the other party.
Ungar eventually made it to the government building. He eventually landed and walked inside noticing three individuals. Nova, Alabaster and a small fat child, round like a ball, with blonde hair over his blue eyes, a triple chin, and suspenders. Ungar proceeded closer, "What's your time? I've never met you before?" The boy gave Ungar the cold shoulder. Alabaster said, "His name is Corona, we call him Chubkins." Corona angrily replied: "Why do you tell this outsider anything?" Alabaster sighed, "Nova told me everything, it's only because I knew something like this may occur, our scientists have told us so." Ungar nodded: in his head he thought, "perhaps, they are behind this, how could they know something like this would happen, it's too early to speculate though, I'll just keep listening." Alabaster said slowly, "I'm sure Nova's assistant or daughter, can get that sorted out in the meantime. We need to speak about this growing problematic political development, our discussion last time when you were not there, is intimately related to that discussion." Before anything else was said, Corona yelled back. "Alabaster don't tell this outsider anything, we shouldn't trust him, he's not of this world, and I'm tired of putting up with his shit, his friends and everything that goes along with it."
Ungar laughed, "Oh is that so little man." Corona scowled, his pudgy fists clenching at his sides. "You think this is funny?" he snapped, his round face turning red. "You waltz in here like you belong, but you don't. You never will." Ungar laughed, unfazed. "You got a real attitude, kid." He turned to Alabaster. "You sure he's supposed to be here? Or did you just pick him up from a daycare?" Corona screamed "I've had it! With your permission, can I fight him, Alabaster." Alabaster sighed, "As long as it's okay with him." Ungar nodded: "It's perfectly fine, I can tell this one is strong. It's been a minute since I let loose." Ungar stood there with his fleshless and boneless body, his dark grey armor, his red eyes protruding through the visor in his helmet and his large black cape flowing in the air as the mana collected around him as he stood over 7 feet tall staring down at a child who could not have been more than 2 feet tall. Aura began to form around the small boy as well. The boy fired a blast of Chi through the air in the form of a shockwave, Ungar dodged it and kicked the boy which the boy blocked with his wrist effortlessly.
Ungar's eyes widened beneath his visor. The kid had blocked his kick like it was nothing. Interesting. Corona smirked, his round body trembling with energy. "You thought I was just some chubby brat, huh?" His aura flared, shifting from a faint glow to a roaring golden blaze. The air around them crackled with power. "You're in for a surprise, outsider." Ungar flexed his fingers, feeling the raw mana surging through him. He had fought many beings before, but this child—this thing—radiated a presence far beyond his size. It was unnatural. "Alright, kid," he said, rolling his shoulders. "Show me what you got." Corona vanished. In an instant, he was above Ungar, tiny fists cocked back. A boom echoed through the hall as Corona's punch connected with Ungar's helmet, sending a shockwave through the building. The force sent Ungar skidding back several feet, his armored boots carving deep trenches into the stone floor. Nova and Alabaster watched silently, their expressions unreadable. Ungar chuckled. "Not bad," he admitted, rubbing his helmet. "For a toddler." Corona growled and dashed forward again, but this time, Ungar was ready. He sidestepped at the last second, grabbing the boy's collar and swinging him through the air. Corona twisted, landing on his feet, and immediately countered with a spinning kick aimed at Ungar's side. Ungar blocked, but the force behind the attack was enough to rattle his armor. What the hell is this kid made of? Eventually, Corona finally kicked Ungar into the a giant hole, rubble flying into the air but then suddenly a white light exploded to the ceiling. Ungar was glowing his armor had transformed from black to white. His eyes were no longer red but golden. Corona stepped back and fell to a knee, his fist on the ground overwhelmed by the power.
Ungar said, "Call me Ungar the White, but it's clear you're out of your league. You fought well though child, your power is beyond your years." Corona laughed, "Its not that surprising since I'm over 400 years old." Ungar laughed, "That's young for me, in this form I'm over 2,500 years old, but in other forms I'm aeons old, you're still a lad to me." Corona wiped his pants from the dust. He got up and walked into the meeting room, "fine let the outsider in, I still don't trust him, but he won fair and square."
Ungar reverted back into his original form. They all entered the room and the four sat down. The tension in the room lingered as they settled into their seats. The air was thick with residual energy from the battle, the stone walls still vibrating slightly from the force of their clash. Corona crossed his arms, glaring at Ungar from across the table. Nova remained quiet, her gaze sharp and calculating. Alabaster, as always, looked exhausted, as if dealing with these two was just another headache to add to his collection.
Ungar leaned back in his chair, his red eyes dimming slightly beneath his visor. "Alright," he said, breaking the silence. "Let's cut to it. You were talking about some political development?" Alabaster sighed and rubbed his temples. "Yes. Last time we met, you weren't here, but we discussed the rising tensions between the Inner Council and the Outer Colonies and how to establish order in the realm, one way was to start a state religion. The situation has worsened. There have been multiple skirmishes—whole districts have been reduced to rubble." Nova tapped the table with her fingers. "And then, there's the anomaly. The one our scientists predicted." Ungar narrowed his eyes. "Anomaly?" Corona scoffed. "Figures you wouldn't know." Nova ignored him and continued. "Something is coming. Something bigger than any war between factions. A force beyond what this world has ever seen. We believe this force is King Apollo."
Ungar folded his arms. "And you think I have something to do with it?" Alabaster met his gaze. "Not directly. But you arrived just as our instruments started detecting... irregularities. It's too much of a coincidence." Ungar thought back to his journey, the strange energy fluctuations he had felt on his way here. Could they be related? He didn't like the idea of being someone's pawn in a bigger game. "Let's say I believe you," he said. "What's your plan?" Nova's eyes darkened. "We need to find the source of the anomaly before the Council does. If they get their hands on it first, they'll use it for war." Corona grumbled. "And I still don't trust you, outsider, but if we're doing this, you better not slow us down." Ungar laughed. "I was about to say the same thing, little man."
Ungar said, "You mentioned King Apollo, I hardly thought he was relevant anymore, from what I learned from the Caterpillars and others he rules the 10 Sister Worlds with an iron fist, but he rarely interferes with this realm or the 9 others." Narrator: Let me explain what Ungar is talking about, long ago approxi. 100,000,000,000 billion years ago, a former demi-god who became the god king Apollo overthrew the former God of the Universe. King Apollo was over 10 feet tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular and intense flashing golden armor.Apollo created 9 other universes and decided to rule over them as a sovereign, these universes were really part of one universe but this universe was broken up into 10 subsections. Apollo installed different rules in each universe but in the one that Ungar and the others resided in he installed 4 guardians four Demon Gods: Thebes, Nishapur, Tabriz and Valtarria. These four demon gods wielded darkness over the world and we're far more powerful than the Demiurge. The Demiurge falsely believed she was the creator of the Universe, this delusion was installed by Thebes to turn her into a weapon for chaos. The forces of Malice which was the essence of the world and the world where the four gods came from was growing stronger. It was a world of delusion: it created delusions and real monstrosities beyond imagination, truly hell would be a respite from such horrors. It seemed that ever since this Prophet (Hermes) had appeared the forces of darkness began to grow stronger. It had been sealed away for so long it would take 1,000 years to completely consume the universe. But even still, in just 200 years it could still overwhelm the Prophet eventually. God only knows what chaos the four Demon gods could unleash.
Ungar leaned forward, his fingers interlocked as he processed the weight of the information. "It seems that everything that the Caterpillars and the Angels have told me about King Apollo was true after all. So, let me get this straight. The universe—our universe—is essentially a fragmented piece of a greater whole, divided into ten sections by King Apollo? And now, these four Demon Gods are awakening, stirring the forces of Malice, threatening to consume everything in a thousand years—if not sooner?" Nova nodded grimly. "That sums it up. And if we don't act soon, the Prophet will be overwhelmed before he can fulfill his role."
Ungar let out a low hum of consideration. "This Prophet—Hermes, I don't think she knows anything about this." Corona rolled his eyes. "That's the problem. We don't know. She hasn't seemed to have any visions about this, so we can't gather further knowledge on the situation as of yet." Alabaster sighed. "And with the growing skirmishes between the Inner Council and the Outer Colonies, we're running out of time. If the Council is able to exploit prophecy it could be disastrous. Ungar sighed sharply. "Sounds like a mess. But let's talk about solutions." Nova pulled out a small, metallic cube and placed it on the table. It pulsed with a dim, eerie glow. "This is a relic from the ancient times, imbued with the last Prophet's (Elvatorr's) essence. It reacts to his cosmic presence, even across dimensions and even after his death over 100 million or so years ago." Corona smirked. "We like to call it the Prophetic Compass. Pretty on the nose, huh?" Ungar ignored the comment and observed the cube. "And how does it work?" Alabaster straightened. "We need to bring it to a place of high resonance—an old temple, a rift point, or even one of the Sister Worlds if necessary. The closer we are to the location of any Prophetic or Other-Worldy essence, the stronger the reaction."
Ungar drummed his fingers against the table. "Then we need to move fast. Well as fast as we can anyway. We need to treat centuries like decades after all. If Hermes really is the key to stopping the Demon Gods, we can't afford to waste time." Nova exchanged glances with Alabaster before nodding. "Agreed. There's an old temple in the Cratara Wastes, built long before the rise of the previous civilization on this part of Helios. If anywhere still holds an imprint of any of the Qadian Prophets, it would be there." Corona groaned. "Great. A cursed wasteland filled with ancient horrors and sandstorms that flay the flesh from your bones. This just keeps getting better." Ungar laughed. "What's wrong, scared? I saw how powerful you were before? Is that just childish superstition?" Corona responded by sticking his tongue out at Ungar. Ungar crossed his arms: "I know someone personally in the Shadow-Realms who can help us with this dilemma, I remember the angels and the caterpillars speaking about political infighting inside the God Apollo's inner-circle, apparently there's a political system of gods and goddesses in the outer worlds. My friend should know all about it."
Alabaster stood. "Then it's settled. We need to make preparations before we head to the temple but at least now we know what we're up against. Ungar you should head off to talk to your friend. We as a collective need to bring more heroes and others into the struggle against the Old Gods, if we want to become new gods of this world it's absolutely vital we take advantage of all the human capital we can." Everyone nodded.
Meanwhile in a Forest within Guardia:
Zaiyal, Qayyim and the others traveled on their horses through a fantastic beautiful lush green forest. The sight of which was almost indescribable. The trees stretched impossibly high, their emerald canopies intertwining to create a ceiling of shifting light and shadow. Thick vines draped from their limbs like ancient tapestries, swaying gently in the warm breeze that carried the scent of damp earth and blooming flora.
The air buzzed with life—birds with iridescent feathers flitted between the branches, singing melodies that echoed like a forgotten language. Strange, luminous flowers pulsed faintly at the base of the trees, their colors shifting with every moment, as if the forest itself was breathing. Zaiyal pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders, his gaze darting between the massive roots that jutted from the ground like the ribs of a sleeping giant. "This place feels... different," he murmured. Qayyim nodded, scanning the surroundings with wary eyes. "Guardia's forests are old, but this one—this one is ancient. The spirits here have watched over this land long before men set foot in it." A rustling in the underbrush made the group halt. The horses whinnied softly, sensing something unseen. Zaiyal tightened his grip on the reins, his pulse quickening. Then, as if answering an unspoken question, the forest stirred. Leaves trembled though there was no wind, and the ground itself seemed to hum. The deeper they traveled, the more it became clear—this was no ordinary woodland. It was alive, aware, watching them. Talus scoffed: "I'm not sensing anything particularly dangerous observing us, not anything we can't handle anyway."
Meanwhile Ungar visits the Shadow-Realm:
Ungar visited the Shadow-Realms. The Shadow Realm was just as mysterious and foreboding as ever. The Shadow Realm was just as mysterious and foreboding as ever. Twisted spires of black stone jutted out from the ground like the rib cages of ancient behemoths. The sky was an oppressive swirl of deep purples and sickly greens, pulsing as if alive, while distant echoes of whispers slithered through the void.
Ungar moved with steady purpose through the shifting terrain. He had been here before, long ago, when his path first intersected with the enigmatic dwellers of this dimension (e.g. the Star People). Now, he sought an old acquaintance—someone who might provide insight into the fractious politics within Apollo's domain. At the threshold of a grand, shadow-wreathed citadel, he halted. Twin statues of blindfolded figures loomed over the entrance, each with a single clawed hand outstretched, as if beckoning him forward. He stepped inside, the interior illuminated only by floating orbs of pale blue flame. A voice echoed through the chamber, smooth yet edged with amusement. "Well, well, Ungar. It's been centuries, hasn't it?" From the darkness, a tall figure emerged, cloaked in ethereal wisps of black and silver. His face was partially obscured beneath a hood, but his piercing, golden eyes shone through the shadows. This was Marcellus, an ancient broker of knowledge, a being who had long thrived in the intrigues of gods and mortals alike.
Ungar laughed. "Marcellus. You still haunt this place?" Marcellus chuckled, spreading his arms. "Where else would I be? The politics of the celestial realm keep me quite entertained. But you're not here for pleasantries. Speak." Ungar wasted no time. "I need to know about the factions within Apollo's realm. The Angels and the Caterpillars have spoken of fractures in his rule. If there's discord among the gods, it may give us the leverage we need." Marcellus nodded, pacing slowly. "King Apollo rules the Ten Divisions, but his dominion is far from absolute. There are three major factions vying for influence in his court. First, the Solar Purists, who believe in Apollo's divine right to rule without question. They despise change and would rather see the universe burn than relinquish control."
He paused before continuing, "Then, there are the Reformists. They see Apollo as powerful but fallible, believing the divine order must evolve if the cosmos is to survive. They have sympathizers even in the Outer Colonies." Ungar interjected, "And the third?" Marcellus's smile was thin. "The Severants. Radicals who believe Apollo should be dethroned entirely. They seek to awaken the sleeping forces of the void, believing only through chaos can true balance be restored." Ungar absorbed this carefully. "And the Demon Gods? Where do they stand in all of this?"
Marcellus's gaze darkened. "Some say the Servants have already begun working with them. If that's true, then time is far shorter than you realize. But according to most sources the Demon Gods are blind slaves and blind creations of Apollo."
Ungar exhaled sharply. "That means we need allies—quickly. Who among Apollo's court might be willing to help us?" Marcellus stroked his chin. "There is one. Lady Vespara, a high-ranking figure among the Reformists. She has long advocated for intervention in the affairs of the Outer Worlds, though she treads carefully. If you can convince her that your cause aligns with hers, she may offer resources, even sanctuary." Ungar nodded. "Then I'll find her." Marcellus's golden eyes gleamed. "Careful, old friend. The politics of the gods are treacherous. Step wrongly, and you may find yourself swallowed whole."
Marcellus paused, "Now why don't you answer my question, is everything you know safe around that demon you've decided to partner with and protect." Ungar was perplexed, "What exactly are you talking about?" Marcellus turned around swiftly, "I know little of it myself but I know of the power of that being, it's some kind of monster, and it's essence is probably what corrupted the Caterpillar, I recommend you read about it yourself in the Grand Library of Galdaria here in the Shadow Realm." Ungar tensed the metal of his armor tightened, "Who is it that you are speaking of?!" Marcellus laughed, "I'm of course, speaking of… that false Prophet." The room fell silent. Ungar wanted to tell Marcellus off but he forced himself to be composed and professional, "tell me everything you know about Marcellus." Marcellus took a deep breath, "I'm not surprised you don't know you're a mere Alawite afterall." Ungar paused again, "What the hell are you talking about Marcellus?! You better tell me!" Marcellus said, "An Alawite is an angelic being who rebelled against the Old God, the true Old God that Apollo fought against and supposedly conquered." Ungar thought to himself: "Supposedly?" Ungar bellowed once more, "What are the Alawites?" Marcellus: "Long ago aeons upon eons ago so long that countless trillions of years would seem like nothing, there were beings of pure light known as the Alawites they surrounded the Old God, but one day for some reason they decided to rebel, God punished the Alawites punished them by sending them to a mortal world of flesh which he created for that reason alone. The ideal of these Alawites was to return to the world of the divine to once more be united with God's essence. But another set of beings known as the Star Children, who existed before the Old God and may have even created him took pity on the Alawites, and through a contract with the Old God we're able to take a few of them in as their own and one of those few Alawites reborn as Star Children was you, the agreement entailed that you would serve mortals as a guide during the lapses of your spiritual growth as an embryo (eventually 2,500 years ago you were a member of a Magyar tribe who made a deal with a demon to avenge your fallen tribe, the demon was an agent of the Star Children and turned you into the Ungar you are today), and eventually according to a prophecy of the Star Children known as the Prophecy of the Ill-Gotten you would serve a monster." Ungar stammered back, thinking of a time Ebisu spoke to him, "Ungar, I have been bewitched, and as a result I'm afraid I created a monster." If what Marcellus said was true, then was Ebisu behind this. Ungar had always thought Ebisu was speaking of Daniel as a half-breed but did he somehow create Hermes as well? Ungar staggered: "I thank you for telling me about my heritage, but what else are you saying, are you saying that Hermes is nothing but evil." Marcellus laughed heartily, "By no means, every coin has two sides my friend, but there's a side of her that's terrifying, a demon, a monster, there have been countless Gate Keepers you have known three, Kaido, Daniel and Zaiyal. And god only knows there have been countless Prophets of the Qadian alone, but none of them has been like this. This creature could compromise everything." Ungar shook, "Heh… is that all?" Marcellus disappeared into the darkness: "If you don't believe what I told you, look into it yourself." Ungar turned around, Perhaps I should go into this Gandaria library. Maybe Sir Rhyme can help me, he is quite the book worm after all. But the thought continued to linger with her, "A Monster, if true, how could Ebisu be linked to her, could that even be, why would I jump to that conclusion, and somehow something is telling me they may be connected… why would, how…"
Meanwhile back at Xelios, at the Grand Xelios Mall:
The Grand Xelios Mall was a sprawling, luminous paradise of indulgence, stretching across multiple levels with dazzling crystal-like architecture that shimmered under the artificial sun overhead. Waterfalls cascaded from floating platforms, pooling into serene, glowing fountains where people tossed in shimmering coins, making wishes that drifted like tiny stars in the water. Soft instrumental music played from unseen speakers, blending seamlessly with the murmur of chatter and the occasional excited laughter of shoppers. The air smelled of sweet confections and exotic perfumes from the various boutiques and cafes lining the marble-paved walkways. Elegant escalators drifted upward without sound, carrying patrons to different tiers of the mall, where they could find everything from high-end fashion to intergalactic trinkets.
Hermes and her friends stepped inside, instantly greeted by the cool, refreshing breeze of the climate-controlled space. Agora beamed as she took in the sight of the luxurious storefronts. "This is exactly what we needed," she sighed, linking arms with Cassie. "No more thinking about trials or politics, just retail therapy." Khadija laughed. "And by retail therapy, you mean 'let's spend all our credits in one afternoon'?" Agora put her hand in the air as she stretched with a smile and glee: "I'm so trashed after those Lodoria trials, I can't wait to just shop till I drop!" Hera waved her off playfully. "Exactly! And I plan to start with those new Nebula Heels everyone's been talking about. They say you feel like you're walking on air." Elena grinned, already scanning the layout of the stores. "Okay, here's the plan—first stop: The Celestial Emporium for some designer pieces. Then we hit Lunar Luxe for accessories, followed by the Cosmic Spa for an afternoon refresh. Sounds good?"
A chorus of cheers followed as they strutted toward the first shop, the glass doors sliding open soundlessly. Inside, the boutique was a dream—rows of holo-mirrors reflected shimmering fabrics that shifted colors depending on the angle. A hovering assistant bot glided toward them, chirping in a pleasant tone, "Welcome, distinguished guests. May I assist in your selections today?" Nala twirled in front of a display of celestial gowns, each one embroidered with tiny, twinkling star-like jewels. "Oh, I'm going to have the hardest time picking just one," she mused dreamily.
Hermes, meanwhile, wandered toward a section of intricate cloaks, running her fingers along the soft, weightless material. Though she was here for fun, a part of her mind was still occupied with thoughts of Kado and the events that had transpired. She exhaled, shaking off the heavy thoughts. No—today was for her and her friends. Mira nudged her with a knowing smile. "You sure you're okay?" Hermes nodded, managing a small smile. "Yeah. Let's just enjoy today." Satisfied, Mira linked arms with her, dragging her toward a rack of dresses. "Then let's find you something absolutely stunning."
As the girls continued their shopping spree, laughter and excited chatter filled the air, blending with the vibrant hum of the Grand Xelios Mall. For now, in this oasis of luxury and comfort, they could forget about everything else and simply enjoy the moment.
Back in the Forest at Guardia:
Meanwhile back in the forest Zaiyal, Qayyim, Talus and the others continued to cross the woodland on horseback, this part of the forest however seemed steeped in magical aura. Meanwhile, back in the forest, Zaiyal, Qayyim, Talus, and the others continued to cross the woodland on horseback. This part of the forest, however, seemed steeped in a magical aura. The air shimmered faintly with unseen energy, and the towering trees bore glowing veins of silver light, pulsating as if they carried some ancient lifeblood. A soft mist curled around their horses' legs, whispering through the undergrowth like voices just beyond comprehension. Talus tightened his grip on the reins of his mare, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows between the trees. "I don't like this," he murmured. "Magic is thick here—too thick. It could be a trap." Qayyim rode slightly ahead, her expression unreadable. "It's not just any magic," she said. "This is old power. We should be cautious." Her fingers trailed through the air, testing its unseen currents, and the hair on his arms stood on end. Zaiyal, ever the quiet observer, turned to the others. "We have no choice but to move forward. If we turn back, we risk running into whatever lingers behind us." He nudged his horse forward, and reluctantly, the others followed. As they pressed deeper, the forest began to shift. The trees groaned softly, rearranging themselves when no one was looking, creating new paths and closing old ones. The sky above darkened, though no clouds marred the sky. A strange, melodious hum filled the air, wrapping around them like a siren's call. From the shadows a giant tree like creature absorbed Zaiyal, Qayyim, Aquarius and the others in magical bubbles, but this did not affect Talus at all, he managed to stay separate from the bubbles. Talus declared: "Finally I've been waiting to show off this attack." He said this with a grin as white lightning began to spark all over him. This attack was known as the "White Lightning Strike," and he had learned it from a great master.
Talus took a deep breath, his grin widening as the white lightning crackled across his body. The air around him buzzed with energy, and the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly as he summoned the full force of his power. The massive tree-like creature loomed over him, its bark shifting like rippling muscle, its many branch-like arms tightening around the glowing magical bubbles that held Zaiyal, Qayyim, Aquarius, and the others captive. The creature let out a low, echoing groan—an eerie sound that reverberated through the forest like a deep, ancient drum. Talus didn't hesitate. He clenched his fists, and with a sharp exhale, the lightning surged outward in wild, arcing bolts. Then, in a blur of movement, he launched himself into the air, his body a streak of white-hot energy against the darkened forest. "White Lightning Strike!" he roared. He shot forward, a living bolt of lightning, colliding with the creature's core in a deafening explosion of light and force. The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, shaking the trees and scattering the mist. The creature shrieked—a sound of pure agony—as its form crackled and splintered, the glowing veins of its body dimming. The magical bubbles flickered as the force of the attack disrupted their energy. Cracks formed along their shimmering surfaces, and one by one, they shattered. Zaiyal dropped to the ground first, rolling to her feet with practiced ease, while Qayyim landed nearby, already drawing a dagger from her belt. Aquarius stumbled but quickly regained his balance. The creature, now dead and turned to ashes, fell to the ground in agony. Its corpse withering away in the dim light of the forest.
Zaiyal dusted himself off and turned up to face Talus, "Impressive old friend, can I ask where you learned that technique?" It was 2 years ago, Talus did not spend all his time training with Sun Wukong he spent his time training under many other martial-arts masters and it was one of these a certain master by the name of Cozgonzhu, who taught Talus the art of "the White-Lighnting strike," and the "Maoi-Maoi fin." Talus climbed through vast mountains until he reached an old man with a goatee standing on top of a peak. Talus shouted: "Are you master Cozgonzhu?" The old man took a deep breath and said, "Indeed, I am. Who wants to know?" Talus said: "My name is Talus, I am a former-member of the Mozaku [the Demon Clan]." Cozgonzhu said: "Ah you are a Vesper." Talus was confused. The man said: "Vespers are a type of demon that are extremely rare; they appear from the elements of light and darkness and they only appear once every 1,000 years at most. They are created out of mid-air and therefore require no parents, I assume you have no genitalia." Talus bowed and said: "Thank you for teaching me about my ancestry master, will you teach me to fight?" The old man replied: "Yes I will, you came all the way up this mountain, few can manage that. Which means you are worthy."
Talus explained to Zaiyal and the others further: "The Maoi-Maoi attack is a technique I learned from Master Cozgonzhu that transforms you into a virtual ball of pure power, the problem is the longer you remain in this form, the strong you get, and closer you get to soul destruction until you shut it off via your Chi." Zaiyal listened intently, his expression shifting from curiosity to deep contemplation as Talus spoke. The revelation of Talus' origins—his identity as a Vesper—was no small thing. The Demon Clan, the Mozaku, was feared for its brutality, but Vespers were an anomaly even among them. To be born of both light and darkness, with no parentage, made Talus something beyond mortal comprehension.
Aquarius folded her arms. "So, you're telling us that you not only learned the White Lightning Strike, but you also mastered a technique that could destroy your own soul if you push it too far?" She shook her head. "That's reckless." Talus smirked. "Reckless? Maybe. But power isn't free. Everything has a cost." He rolled his shoulders. "Besides, the Maoi-Maoi Fin isn't just about power—it's about control. That's why Master Cozgonzhu only agreed to teach it to me after months of grueling training." Qayyim narrowed her eyes. "What kind of training?" Talus exhaled, his gaze drifting as he remembered.
Two years ago…
Talus stood atop the mountain, his body wrapped in bruises and aching from exhaustion. The icy wind cut through his torn robes as he knelt before Master Cozgonzhu, who watched him with eyes as sharp as a hawk's. "Again," the old man commanded. Gritting his teeth, Talus forced himself to his feet. He spread his arms wide, focusing his Chi. Sparks of white lightning crackled around him as he attempted to summon the Maoi-Maoi Fin. His body shimmered for an instant—his form almost shifting into pure energy—but then, in a blink, the power snapped back, throwing him onto his back with a violent explosion of force. Cozgonzhu stroked his goatee. "Not bad. You almost held it for a full second this time." Talus groaned, pushing himself up. "Master, how am I supposed to maintain the form? It's like trying to hold onto a storm with bare hands." The old man chuckled. "That is because you are trying to control the storm. But you are the storm. Stop resisting it."
Talus clenched his fists. The Maoi-Maoi Fin was unlike any other technique he had learned. It required him to let go, to become something more than flesh, more than thought. He had to embrace his very essence—light and darkness combined—without being consumed by it. For weeks, he trained endlessly, pushing himself to the very limits of his endurance. Cozgonzhu tested him in ways no other master had, forcing him to fight blindfolded, to channel Chi while balancing on one foot atop narrow spires, even to meditate under waterfalls that could crush ordinary men.
And then, one night, in the midst of a thunderstorm, it finally happened. Talus stood upon the peak, the rain soaking him to the bone. Lightning danced in the sky above, illuminating the world in violent flashes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This time, he did not fight the power. He let it flow through him. His body blurred, his form shifting into a pure sphere of blinding energy. The air around him crackled as his very being pulsed with untamed strength. For a moment, he felt invincible—unstoppable. The mountain trembled beneath him. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, he willed himself back. His body reformed, and he dropped to his knees, panting. Master Cozgonzhu gave a small nod of approval. "Now you understand."
Back in the present…
Talus stated: "Master Cozgonzhu lives on a small planet in the Spirit World known as Cozgonzhu, and he is highly isolated there, that's where I trained with him." Talus turned back to his companions, his gaze steady. "That's how I learned it. And that's why I will only use it as a last resort." Zaiyal nodded. "A power like that... I can see why you'd be cautious." They all continued through the forest and it was clear that they were reaching the edge of the forest and soon they would be in Guardia.