The cold universe lay quiet, unassuming, peaceful. Civilisations meandered their way through their daily lives, unbothered by the tiny skirmishes that happened throughout the universe. Gigantic boats could be seen shuttling across the dark skies, carrying tall pagodas.
Inside one ship, Xianzhou Luofu, Jing Yuan lazily drank a bottle of wine, expression serene. "Fu Xuan, stop nagging me. When you were a little baby in diapers, I was already fighting across the Galaxy against the Borisins, trying to save our race."
Beside him was a short dark pink-haired girl, an amethyst genstone embedded on her forehead. At the moment, she was fuming visibly, veins popping out of her head. "Jing Yuan, you are the General of the Luofu! If you can't do your job pro–!"
She stopped mid-sentence, expression horrified. Soft creaking could be heard coming from her third eye, as cracks began appearing on it. A flurry of footsteps came behind her, the person panicking. "Lady Fu Xuan, the Matrix is breaking apart!"
"What!?"
Shocked, she turned her gaze towardsbyne Foxian who came in, only to realise that a huge ball of flames had somehow materialised behind her...
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Aeons
They are the definitions of the various paths in the universe gone extreme. Each and every being made their way to the end of their respective paths, until finally achieving divinity.
But like all divine beings, they need faith to sustain themselves, to make them stronger...
The apex beings of the universe, they had no predators that could defeat them, except others of the same rank. And another method to grow stronger is to defeat and absorb paths similar to themselves. While not common, there have been cases of Aeons doing such things, the most famous example being when Xipe of Harmony devoured Idrila of Beauty to absorb her path of perfection.
But other than that, aside from personal grudges, Aeons went their days peacefully, trying to gain as much faith as possible, content with the knowledge that none in the universe threatened them.
Until today...
Aha stopped his debacles, his eternally grinning race frowning...
Fuli turned his gaze towards the station, his full attention on what had entered this universe...
Lan notched bow, without hesitation, aimed right into the heart of the station...
Qlippoth stopped his hammer, fear emanating from his stone heart as the cold flames radiated from the edge of the universe...
And Nous quietly stepped back, not wanting to step into the clash...
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The group stood in shock as a gigantic golden throne materialised right before Nanook. Its many golden pipes stretched across its massive chassis, all congregating towards the center of the seat.
That is where their fear came from
An emancipated body sat on it, lower body covered in an ancient, rustic toga. Wounds of many sizes littered His ancient, decrepit body, held together by only the ancient tools. Mechanical prosthetics of all kinds could be seen on his body, from his laser eyes to the Golden Crown, all serving to keep Him alive.
"The God Emperor of Mankind..."
At the sudden words, they all turned towards who spoke His name. What they found shocked them to their core, for it was not Shinji who spoke, but Welt Yang. Though they wanted to ask him how he knew His name, they had no time, for the Aeon of Destruction soon focused Its gaze on Him.
As anger grew in Its eyes, it attempted to attack the enemy, only to be frozen in place.
Though His immortal body had been sacrificed for the sake of all mankind, the Throne had kept him alive for millennia, even bolstering his immense powers in the process. Nanook could only watch in horror as the decrepit being lifted His hand, a bright light flashing from within.
Before anyone could see what was going on, the first thing they heard was the pain-laden screams of a wounded Aeon, shocking the group into submission. As Nanook fled in despair, they turned their gazes back towards the fading figure seated on His Golden Throne, eyes filled with awe and reverence.
All the time Shiji was kneeling, deep in prayer
As the Emperor faded back to His world, Arlan swore he thought he saw His head move.
And wrong he was not
For before He left, He gave a mission, a mission that everyone heard...
"Rise, rise son of Guilliman. Rise, for your duty is not yet over..."