Ronan could no longer see the being before him. The entire temple was shrouded in radiant golden light, and within that glow, only the murals carved upon the ancient walls were visible.
On those murals, countless warriors battled desperately, exhausting their last strength to seal away this being — the Oneiroi.
Yet these warriors looked strange.They wore gleaming armor reminiscent of Thanos' own — cosmic metal forged in the fires of the gods — and their fists struck with enough force to tear the sky itself.
But none of them held Infinity Gems.
So how could they wield such overwhelming power?
The scenes seemed almost surreal, painted in strokes both divine and dreamlike —a group of armored saints encircling one figure, sealing him within a shining holy cabinet under the blessing of a radiant goddess.
Ronan frowned. He could not understand any of it.What he didn't realize was that this was no ordinary vision —it was a dream illusion, shaped by the residual divine power of the God of Dreams, Phantasos, slowly leaking through the seal.
Every soul who beheld it saw a different truth.
And in Ronan's eyes, the people of ancient Morag were kneeling before their god —the Dream Deity himself — offering worship beneath a sky of shattered stars.
Once, this god had walked this world.But now, its people were gone.What had happened to them?
"Great one," Ronan finally said, bowing slightly."Why have you summoned me — a humble mortal — to this place?"
A deep, echoing voice replied from the golden haze.
"My brothers and sisters were sealed away by the false gods of Olympus.""My soul was bound within this holy cabinet.""If you release me… I shall grant you an eternal body — undying, invincible.""And power — limitless power.""You will be the only being beneath me."
Power.
That single word echoed in Ronan's mind, drowning out all else.
He did not care for divine politics or ancient wars.He only heard power.
If such power could exist beyond the Power Gem itself… then this was destiny.
Ronan approached slowly, his heart pounding.He hesitated for a moment before placing his hand upon the glowing coffin.
At his touch —
The temple quaked violently.
From the golden light, a hideous visage emerged —a god's face, twisted with madness and ancient rage.
From above, darkness cascaded like a storm cloud,smothering every glimmer of light.
The sky split open. The ground bled shadow.
"Kahahaha! I'm back! I'M BACK!"
A psychic shockwave struck Ronan like a hammer.He could feel it — a spiritual force so immense it crushed his very thoughts.
The ground writhed beneath his feet as though alive.The temple began to collapse, its stones shattering and falling in waves.
The holy cabinet split open completely,and flames roared outward, devouring the chamber like a storm of living fire.
Ronan's eyes widened. Terror gripped him.
He saw the entire planet swallowed in blackness —Morag disintegrating into dust, its oceans, mountains, and skies consumed.
And amidst the void, he saw visions of himself —leading his fleet, descending upon this world, taking the Power Gem—and being swallowed by this very endless dream.
Suffocation closed around him.He could not breathe, could not move, could not think.The darkness devoured everything.
Then—
It was gone.
Ronan blinked.
The world returned to stillness.
Before him stood the same ancient, decaying temple,and the holy cabinet now lay open.
From within, ethereal figures began to rise — glowing bodies of pure energy,their presence divine and terrible.
"I—Phantasos—have awakened!"
The voice thundered across the temple.
"Pitiful mortal," it continued, "for awakening this god from Athena's accursed seal, I shall reward you. I will grant you what you desire most."
Phantasos — one of the Four Oneiroi, the Dream Spirits.
Brother to Oneiros, the master of dreams himself.
More than a millennium ago, during the Holy War,the Four Oneiroi — Phantasos, Ikelos, Morpheus, and Oneiros —rose to challenge Athena's Saints.
Through illusion, Phantasos ensnared countless souls in endless dreams—until he was slain by El Cid of Capricorn, who shattered the dream world with his golden blade.
Yet, through the power of Oneiros, Phantasos' soul merged with his brothers,only to be annihilated again by the combined might of Sisyphus of Sagittarius and the goddess Sasha.
But now—
This god had returned.
Unbidden by Hades, the reappearance of such an entity could only spell chaos.
"W-what are you…?" Ronan stammered, then laughed wildly."Ah, no matter! Great god — I seek power! The power to conquer everything!"
Phantasos' laughter echoed like wind through a dream.
"Power? Mortal, that is the one thing I have in abundance."
The air rippled violently.
A surge of blinding light engulfed Ronan.
Before he could react, Phantasos' essence — a streak of divine energy —shot forward, piercing straight into his right eye.
"AHHH—!"
Ronan clutched his face in agony.A burning sensation spread through his body,followed by a whisper — cold, intimate, and divine.
"I shall be your right eye, mortal.""Through sacrifice — of flesh, of blood, of life — you shall wield the strength I grant you.""Go forth, Messenger of Oneiroi.""Seek the other holy cabinets of my brethren.""When you awaken them all, I shall bestow upon you godhood itself."
The words seared themselves into his mind.
Great power. Endless ambition.
They fused together in that moment.
Phantasos — reborn through a vessel unworthy yet useful —had found his new host.
He would use this man, this proud Kree Accuser,to gather more life, more souls, more blood —until the Dream Gods fully revived.
Ronan gasped and snapped awake.
He was back within the ruins.Two of his soldiers lay dead beside him — their bodies mutilated,drained of life.
He could not even recall their deaths.
He raised a trembling hand to his forehead.
His right eye throbbed with an alien pulse —a dark light swirling in the iris, beyond his control.
Yet Ronan smiled grimly.
So what if he had been marked by a god?So what if his soul was no longer his own?
He now possessed two forces:the Power Gem,and the divine energy of the Dream God Phantasos.
And with them—he would remake the universe in his image.
(End of Chapter)
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