After Elder had declared to himself that he would create a solution to all evil—not by eradicating it entirely, but by facing it with caution and wisdom—he resolved to protect his people from the evil to come by forming an army for the entire multiverse.
But now, that long declaration became only his second most important thought.
For when King Abythos was leaving, he spoke words that unsettled Elder's world of peace, placing it on hold. Abythos had said, with unusual gravity, "Elder, on this long journey of yours, never let your brother leave your side."
What could be the meaning behind those words? Elder pondered deeply. It had been a long time since he had seen his brother, and so he decided to find him within the castle.
He discovered his younger brother in the highest chamber of the citadel, where a vast window opened into the stars—a perfect vantage point for viewing the entire universe. His brother stood motionless, gazing into the infinite.
Elder called out, but there was no response.
He stepped forward, placing his hand gently on his brother's shoulder. Only then did his brother turn around to face him—and what Elder saw shocked him.
The younger brother's eyes—those silver eyes—were glowing with such radiant intensity that even a neutron star would pale in comparison. They burned not with light alone, but with purpose.
Elder's own golden eyes, though immensely powerful, granted him clarity of the present. He could see every detail, every truth unfolding in the now. Yet even he, in all his might, could not see into the future.
But his brother's eyes were different.
The silver eyes of the younger brother could see the future—but not the future of the world as a whole. Rather, they showed him the future of his ideas. Whenever he formed a thought and focused those eyes, he could witness the destiny of that thought—how it would shape the world, how it would unfold.
And now, he had conceived a powerful idea. He had used his eyes to glimpse the future of that idea.
younger brother spoken to his brother who is still staring at his eyes and said "what is it, brother?"
elder coming into the reality and stopped looking into his brothers eyes said "what are you doing, brother?"
"i am just staring into the vast infinite universal darkness that around the castle, and said with a myterious tone he said THERE IS STILL TIME TO EXECUTE IT"
saying this he went off to outside without listening to elder further to what he had to say and elder confirmed that there is no need to worry about his brother.
he continued to execute his plan on making an army for the people to protect them.
Elder walked into the grand hall of the castle in search of Miss Missy. When he found her, he asked gently, "How is everyone doing, now that my students have returned to their own planets?"
Miss Missy smiled and said, "One moment, boss. Let me check and show you how they're doing."
With a graceful snap of her fingers, dozens of orange-hued screens materialized in mid-air all around her, glowing softly like embers in the twilight. Her hands moved swiftly, almost dancing across the floating displays as she navigated through the data.
After a few moments of silent work, she turned the screens outward so Elder could see.
What he witnessed was nothing short of marvelous.
World after world, once desolate and underdeveloped—colonies where countless races had struggled for survival—now thrived as shining civilizations. Towering cities, luminous gardens, and advanced systems of peace and learning adorned each planet. The lives of the people had been elevated—refined with purpose, harmony, and hope.
And in every world, the people had erected a statue—a radiant sculpture of Elder forged in pure light. At the base of each monument were etched the words:
"OUR LEADER, OUR GOD."
A deep emotion stirred within Elder. His golden eyes shimmered, and tears welled up as he witnessed the legacy of his teachings flourish across the multiverse.
But that joy, as powerful as it was, vanished as swiftly as it came.
He remembered: though peace now reigned, eternal violence was never far behind. Just as he had once told them all to pursue a life of eternal peace, he knew that the other side of that coin—chaos, destruction, and darkness—awaited in silence.
Yet, he did not let despair take him.
With renewed determination, he rose gently into the air, his golden robes flowing with divine elegance. Hovering above the hall's sacred tree, he placed his right hand upon its center. Then, he opened his golden eyes wide—so wide that the light within them expanded like twin suns—and began to look deeper, beyond what is seen, beyond what is known.
Across the entire multiverse, every being—no matter the planet, race, or form—felt it.
A presence.
A divine energy that touched not their skin, but their very souls.
In unison, millions raised their heads to the skies—and there, glowing in the firmament above them, appeared the radiant face of Elder. His image shone like a second sun, yet with a warmth no fire could match. At the sight of him, mouths opened without thought, voices bursting forth in uncontainable joy. Cheers erupted across worlds. Praises filled the air.
But among them, only his students—scattered across galaxies, yet bound by his teaching—truly understood the gravity in his gaze.
They saw the burden in his golden eyes.
Without hesitation, as if summoned by an invisible call, each of his disciples who once held the Light Power thrust themselves into the air, crying in unison:
"LIGHT POWER: LIGHT THRUST!"
Their legs burst into brilliant beams—like miniature suns—and they lifted into the sky, their bodies glowing with celestial light. Others who held different powers reached out and rose beside them, supporting one another in unity and faith.
Those who wielded the Power of Speed, as soon as the Light-powered ones hurled them higher into the sky, began to move their legs rapidly, creating an immense gust of wind—a vortex of air that swept across the lands like a whisper of the divine.
The cheering ceased.
Not from fear, but from awe.
The people, shielding their faces from the powerful wind, fell into silence—an instinctive reverence. The skies were filled with light, wind, and ascending figures who carried the spirit of their master.
And in that great, trembling stillness, the multiverse stood united.
Awaiting what would come next.
Hovering high above all creation, Elder's students—gathered in light, speed, strength, and unity—lifted their eyes to their master, their voices joined as one:
"What is wrong, Master?"
Elder looked over them, his gaze soft yet vast as the stars. A smile, full of compassion and unshaken strength, formed on his lips.
"Thank you, my beloved students," he said gently, his words echoing across the skies, threading through worlds, reaching hearts like a lullaby of truth.
The multiverse, still cloaked in the hush of reverence, listened.
And then, as if one soul shared across countless bodies, all beings—mortal and immortal, known and unknown—asked in unison:
"What happened, Elder?"
The glowing figure of Elder, who had stood tall in the sky like a second sun, now slowly descended. A golden chair of light formed beneath him, and he sat—not as a god above, but as a teacher among his students.
All was silent.
From the heart of the castle, Miss Missy projected the scene to every corner of the multiverse, her screens transmitting the moment to every planet, every home, every breath.
All eyes watched.
All ears waited.
And Elder began to speak...
TO BE CONTINUED