Prologue: The Shattering of Realms
The Reveiverse trembled. Not with the gentle hum of creation, but with the deafening roar of war—a war so vast it threatened to tear apart the very fabric of existence. At the heart of this chaos stood Nielan, the indomitable Head Ruler of the War Faction, a being whose ambition burned brighter than a thousand dying stars. His goal was simple, yet terrifying: to overthrow Krelious, the Supreme Sovereign of All, and seize control of the cosmic order.
As the battle raged, entire galaxies crumbled to dust. Planets, once teeming with life, were swallowed by the endless hunger of destruction. Stars flickered and died, their light snuffed out like candles in a storm. The Reveiverse—a realm of infinite wonders—now stood on the edge of annihilation. The war's fury was so immense that even the Creation Rulers, beings of unimaginable power, feared its echoes would spill into neighboring verses, igniting a chain reaction of doom.
The Divine Intervention
With heavy hearts, the Creation Rulers made a terrible decision: the complete eradication of the Reveiverse. It was a mercy, they argued—a swift end to prevent endless suffering. But before their judgment could be carried out, the War Rulers intervened. This act of defiance, unheard of in the history of the cosmos, sparked a great divide between the factions. The War Rulers, driven by pride and the belief that their war was theirs alone to fight, refused to bow to outside command.
The dispute grew fiercer. Gods and ancient beings from other verses, long oppressed under the rigid rule of the Rulers, saw their chance. Whispers of rebellion spread like wildfire. If the Rulers could be challenged, then perhaps their reign was not absolute. The cosmic order, once unshakable, now trembled under the weight of doubt.
The Call for Peace
Seeing the coming doom, Krelious, the High Head, summoned a great meeting of the mightiest beings across existence. The gathering would take place on Rockol-6, a neutral plane beyond the reach of any single verse. The Cronoverse Judgement Council convened on Mak 3, Day 008, a date that would be remembered forever as the moment fate was decided.
Present were the gods of the Reveiverse, their faces marked by exhaustion and fury. Beside them stood the Guardians of Other Verses, silent watchers whose loyalty was now in question. The air crackled with tension, thick with unspoken anger and the weight of what was to come.
As the assembly gathered, Krelious rose, his voice echoing like thunder in the void.
Krelious: "If the Reveiverse refuses to end this war, they will witness the destruction of everything—including themselves."
His words hung in the air, a dire warning. The Judge, an ancient being whose wisdom spanned eons, turned to Carel, the Head God of the Reveiverse, and commanded:
Judge: "Step forward and give your statement."
The Gathering Storm
The grand hall of the Cronoverse was silent, the air heavy with dread. The rulers of the cosmos—gods, guardians, and warriors—stood under the watchful gaze of Krelious. Their faces showed exhaustion, fury, and despair. The war that had ravaged the Reveiverse was unlike anything they had ever seen.
At the center of the assembly stood Carel, his voice steady but filled with sorrow as he spoke.
Carel: "I thank our High Head and every ruler here for coming to our aid. The war in the Reveiverse is not between us gods. We are being attacked by the Unknown Chaos—that is what we call them."
A murmur spread through the hall. The Unknown Chaos—beings beyond understanding.
Carel: "They look like demons, act like beasts, yet possess the cunning of gods. They appeared a hundred years ago. We thought we had destroyed them all, but a few escaped. Now, they have returned—stronger, hungrier."
Krelious leaned forward, his piercing gaze locked onto Carel.
Krelious: "Then how have they nearly shattered the reality of the Reveiverse?"
Carel exhaled, his shoulders heavy with grief.
Carel: "They came back during the Convex of Gods, in numbers beyond counting. We sent thirty million troops—gods, guardians, warriors. More than half have been slaughtered or wounded beyond healing."
A terrible silence followed. The scale of destruction was beyond comprehension.
Krelious turned to Zion, his voice sharp.
Krelious: "Is what he says true?"
Zion, a ruler of unshakable resolve, nodded grimly.
Zion: "Yes, High Head. We foresaw their destruction and sought to wipe them out. But Nielan and his faction stopped us, despite knowing the oaths that bind us."
Nielan, the Head Ruler of the War Faction, slammed his fist against his throne, his voice a roar.
Nielan: "You lie, Zion! You and your faction wanted to erase the Reveiverse entirely! We stopped you!"
Zion's eyes burned with fury.
Zion: "You did it because war feeds your power, you warmonger!"
Nielan sneered.
Nielan: "We were prepared to handle the chaos if it grew. That is our duty as the War Faction!"
Nealon, second only to the High Head, raised a hand, his voice cutting through the anger.
Nealon: "Enough! Nielan, the High Head was speaking to Zion. Do not interrupt again."
Nielan's glare was venomous.
Nielan: "We are not equals, Nealon. Watch your tone. I am the Head Ruler of the War Faction, and you are merely second to the High Head."
Krelious' voice, cold and commanding, silenced the room.
Krelious: "Silence, all of you. Carel, continue."
Carel bowed his head.
Carel: "Thank you, High Head. The Unknown Chaos do not just kill—they drain the divine power from gods, growing stronger with each fallen deity. Our children, our families, have perished. Billions of planets are gone. Thousands of Goldon realms consumed."
A gasp echoed through the hall. The devastation was beyond imagining.
Then, Carel delivered the final, damning truth.
Carel: "And we have confirmed… this Chaos came from here. From the Cronoverse."
The hall erupted. Shouts of disbelief, anger, and fear filled the air. The rulers turned on one another, accusations flying like daggers.
Nealon's voice boomed above the chaos.
Nealon: "Silence!"
Slowly, the uproar faded, but the tension remained.
Krelious' eyes burned as he spoke to Carel.
Krelious: "Why do you believe the Chaos came from here?"
Carel hesitated, then spoke carefully.
Carel: "There are… rumors. That the War Faction created this Chaos, lost control, and… dumped them where they would not be noticed."
Krelious' expression darkened.
Krelious: "There are weaker verses. Why yours?"
Nielan shot to his feet, his voice a snarl.
Nielan: "This is an accusation against the War Faction! I will not be blamed for this!"
Zielan, another elder ruler, raised a hand.
Zielan: "Stay silent, Nielan. Let Carel speak."
Nielan scoffed.
Nielan: "Tch."
The Final Revelation
Carel bowed deeply.
Carel: "Thank you, my Rulers. As we all know, the Domainverse cannot be entered without permission. Its barrier can only be broken by you, the Rulers, or by the approval of its Kings. If that barrier were ever shattered… it would mean instant war between our verses. No mercy. And all lesser realms would be destroyed in the crossfire."
The air grew heavier. The Rulers exchanged glances, their faces unreadable.
Carel continued, his voice weary.
Carel: "The Reveiverse was born twenty billion years ago. Yet, until five years past, it has been nothing but a battlefield. Gods and ancient races fought endlessly. We never had time to build order, like the Domainverse."
A heavy silence followed. Then—
Krelious spoke, his voice final.
Krelious: "We have reached a decision. The Chaos will be destroyed before it spreads. As for the accusations against the War Faction… we will investigate. Nielan… I pray your faction is innocent."
Carel bowed again, relief flickering in his eyes.
Carel: "Thank you, my Rulers. With your leave, I must return. My people need me."
Krelious nodded.
Krelious: "Go, Carel."
As Carel turned to leave, Nielan—his aura seething with rage—rose from his throne.
Nielan: "Krelious. You take the word of a lesser god over your own kin? Over the honor of your House?"
The chamber froze.
Nealon stood, his divine form crackling with wrath.
Nealon: "How dare you, Nielan! To speak the High Head's true name—you break the First Oath of the Rulers! Your sins pile high!"
Dainen, another ruler, smirked.
Dainen: "We made those laws. We can unmake them. We have been silent too long, Krelious. You have used our patience to mock us. Gods should fear their Rulers! We are destruction and creation! And yet… what have we done? Sat idle. Lived as corpses draped in gold. No war. No chaos. No purpose. Just… peace."
He spat the word like a curse.
Zion stood, his voice icy.
Zion: "Enough! We have not dismissed the gods, and here you shame us before them. Nielan, you know nothing good comes from destruction. Plead for mercy now… or face judgment."
The chamber trembled. The other deities watched, their fates hanging in the balance.
To Be Continued.