A\N: This is important lore so pay attention.
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"Do you know gods exist?
Of course you do. You're a Nexus's child after all. Most mortals believe that gods are born to be gods but this is not the case. In every world, there are the Primordial Gods, who existed and are created from the world itself. Do you know the lore of the Gods? No? Then I suppose I'll begin with that.
Eons ago, the world Spheraphase existed and in it, six Supreme Entities existed right before the Gods.
The World System Axia, who is a very powerful Omniscient of Sentience.
Mintherenia, the World Tree of Spheraphase.
Natas, the Omniscient of History.
Spheraphase herself, the consciousness of the living world.
Starisnova, the Celestial of Space.
And of course, Megatyrean, the Aeterium.
Spheraphase and Megatyrean created sentient beings together, gathering knowledge from other worlds to create humans, elves, dragons, vampires, therianthropes and so on.
Starisnova created the three dimensions of Spheraphase; Naranq, which is heaven, Wisteria, which is hell, and Mopheria, which was their home.
The Omniscients Axia and Natas integrated with the sentient beings, using their systems to ensure that they got stronger to withstand Spheraphase's world.
World Tree Mintherenia created the flora and fauna of this world thanks to the intelligence of her sisters from other worlds.
It was a time of peace of course, until the Krepsunas arrived.
No one knew where they came from but they decided to call their world, Dimensium. They became the monsters of Spheraphase and all races fought them to ensure peace.
And out of the chaos and order, the First Generation Deities were born, the Primordial Gods.
They began to change the system of the sentient beings living in Spheraphase. Their rules were good and since they lowered the burden of the Supreme Entities, they agreed to let the First Generation rule the world and only interfere if they did something unacceptable like genocide or harm to the living world itself.
And so, the Supreme Entities cut themselves off the world and all living beings, leaving the First Generation Deities in order.
The First Generation Deities were ten of them, who rule over the world and they have offspring, who are the Second Generation Deities. The First Generation became Nexuses while their children became Primordial Gods.
When one becomes a Nexus or a God, their children will be born as a god. I don't understand why you are at Essentia level but... when Primordial Gods gives birth to a child, the child will automatically become a god. And as for me, I'm a descendant of one of the Ten First Generation Deities. My parents were Primordial Gods so I was born a god."
"Were?"
"Yes. When the First Generation Deities realized that their offspring were becoming Primordial Gods, they killed them, including my parents. Now, only Gods and Nexuses exist."
Vastarael was silent. This was information hidden out from the world by the Second Generation Deities, which his father was included in. Now, he was listening to the secret hidden by them.
"My parents were the Primordials of the Oceans and has a lot of divine children, me included. We were so many that we didn't know each other. The Nexuses killed my parents and those who had the power to become Primordial Gods. Only very few remained."
"And you?"
"I was the weakest among their children so I was spared. Currently, no one knows what the Second Generation Deities are trying to do but now, after the information you told me about the future, it seems that it's true. They're trying to kill the First Generation Deities, aren't they?"
Vastarael nodded.
Vastarael adjusted his position slightly, careful not to wake Phaenora as she clung to him in her sleep. Her soft breaths were warm against his chest, her hands clutching the fabric of his black hoodie with a grip that radiated trust. He glanced down at her peaceful face for a moment, his eyes softening.
Sirithiele, sitting under the snake tree next to him, folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at the scene. Her earlier composure was cracking, replaced by a storm of jealousy. She couldn't decide what irritated her more; the sight of Phaenora so content in Vastarael's arms or how Vastarael seemed entirely unbothered by her pointed glares.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Vastarael chuckled, his lips curving into a faint smirk,.
"I am. You were saying something about my father and the Second Generation Deities' grand plan for dominion."
Her irritation flared as she noticed how his hand absentmindedly brushed Phaenora's hair out of her face.
"Don't pretend you don't know exactly what I'm mad about."
Feigning innocence, Vastarael raised an eyebrow.
"What could you possibly mean, Goddess? I don't understand."
Sirithiele clicked her tongue, turning away as her cheeks flushed faintly. She hated how effortlessly he could deflect her. She tried to steer the conversation back to its serious tone.
"You're confirming that in your timeline, the Destras Cataclysm will destroy the First Generation Deities, correct?"
Vastarael's expression grew somber, his gaze fixed on the lake's shimmering surface.
"Yes. Two years from now, the Destras Cataclysm will lead to their end. The Second Generation Deities will rise and form the dynasties that will rule Mopheria. One of those dynasties is Richinaria, my father's lineage. That's the future I was born into."
"And what role does the Erna Frozen Isles play in this?"
"I'm not sure yet," he admitted. "But I intend to find out. The battle between the two generations will undoubtedly reach the isles. I need to know how it will affect them... and you."
Her gaze softened slightly as she caught the underlying note of concern in his words.
"Me?"
"Yes. You said it yourself. You're one of the few surviving descendants of the First Generation Deities. If this cataclysm targets them, you'll be in danger."
Sirithiele scoffed lightly, trying to mask her unease. "I'm a goddess, Vastarael. I'm not some fragile mortal. Also, I'm from the Second Generation as well. My parents are the subordinates of one of the Ten Nexuses."
"True," he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. "But even goddesses have their limits, don't they? Besides, you never know. They might come for you regardless."
Sirithiele fell silent, unsure how to respond. Instead, she let her gaze drift to Phaenora, who was still curled up against him like a contented kitten. The jealousy flared again and she sighed, her tone turning dry.
"She looks very comfortable."
Vastarael chuckled, his smirk returning. "She's exhausted. It was a long journey here. And she spent all day looking for information and half of the night protecting me."
Sirithiele muttered something under her breath, something that sounded suspiciously like "lucky girl," though she would never admit it.
"You should focus less on teasing me and more on preparing for the chaos that's coming. The Destras Cataclysm isn't just a battle. It's the end of an era. Are you ready for that?"
Vastarael's smirk faded, replaced by a determined expression.
"Not yet. But I will be. After all, I'm here to be a spectator as EPOCH said."
Sirithiele watched him carefully, noting the conviction in his tone. For the first time, she saw a glimpse of the man he was becoming. She hated to admit it but perhaps... that resolve was one of the reasons she couldn't seem to look away.
"What are you planning right now?"
"You need to renounce your status as a god of the Mopheria Pantheon and become a Wanderer God."
Sirithiele's eyes widened, clearly unimpressed by Vastarael's statement.
"Renounce my status as a god of the Mopheria Pantheon? And become a Wanderer God? Do you even understand what you're asking me to do?"
"Yes, I do. And I wouldn't suggest it if it weren't necessary for your survival."
Sirithiele crossed her arms, her irritation palpable.
"Becoming a Wanderer God means cutting ties with the Pantheon, losing my dominion and my influence. I'd be stripped of everything I've worked for."
"Not everything," Vastarael countered. "You'll still have your divine energy and your power. But more importantly, you'll have freedom to escape the catastrophe that's coming."
She opened her mouth to retort, but he continued, his voice growing more persuasive.
"You know as well as I do that the Destras Cataclysm isn't just a war. It's a purge. The Second Generation Deities aren't content with ruling alongside the First. They want total control. Any god loyal to the old order will be seen as a threat, and that includes you."
Sirithiele hesitated, his words striking a chord.
"But a Wanderer God is an outcast. No followers, no home..."
"Precisely why it's the safest option. As a Wanderer God, you'll be off their radar. They won't see you as a threat because you'll no longer be tied to the Pantheon or its politics. You'll be free to move, to hide and to survive."
"But my purpose..."
"You can still have purpose," Vastarael interrupted gently. "You don't need a title or a Pantheon to protect what matters to you. You'll have the freedom to choose your battles, to live on your terms. And when the time is right, when the world stabilizes, you can reclaim your place on your own terms."
Her lips parted, but no words came out. The conviction in his voice, the clarity of his reasoning... it was unshakable. He wasn't just suggesting this out of fear or desperation. He'd thought it through, weighed the risks, and concluded that this was the best path for her.
And it actually was.
"I won't lie to you," Vastarael added. "It won't be easy. You'll face challenges and there will be moments when you'll question this decision. But I'd rather see you alive, free, and fighting for what you love than trapped in a war that isn't yours to win. And to be honest, I don't want you to follow the Second Generation either. My father is a tyrant in this era and I doubt he'd take you in."
Sirithiele stared at him, her heart caught between pride and practicality. She wanted to argue, to find a flaw in his plan, but there was none. He was right. As much as she hated the idea of abandoning her status, she couldn't deny that it was the safest path.
Finally, she let out a long sigh, her shoulders relaxing.
"You're insufferable when you're right, you know that?"
Vastarael chuckled, the tension easing slightly, "I've been told. But I also know you're wise enough to make the right choice, even if it stings."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips.
"Fine. I'll do it. But don't think I'm happy about it."
"I wouldn't expect you to be. I have a favor to ask through."
"What is it?"
"300 plus years from now, I'll be fighting a god known as the Frozen God. Will you help me kill this god who will turn Erna Isles into a frozen landscape?"