In the astral world—that abstract realm representing authority and symbols—indescribable existences quietly gaze at the small planet within the barrier from beyond its initially remaining protection.
As the most powerful Old Ones of this universe, some hope to retrieve their torn primordial essence and return to completeness. Others seek to accommodate high-sequence characteristics from adjacent pathways, making themselves more powerful and claiming greater authority and symbols—driven purely by instinct.
The final apocalypse approaches. Only dozens of years remain before the initial barrier's disappearance. For these ancient existences unmeasurable by time, they possess sufficient patience to wait quietly.
Suddenly, a pure white stream of light surges from the astral world's depths, crashing directly into an illusory yet real red moon beside the initial barrier.
After the indescribable stream of light completely merges into the red moon, a blood-red figure standing in the astral world suddenly expands, directly enveloping the celestial body.
In the real universe, on the moon covered by blood-red tides, the stream of light is continuously washed by crimson waves sweeping across the land, gradually revealing its contents—a human's broken soul...
The tides gather, stacking and condensing into a massive blood-red figure. The figure extends an arm seemingly composed entirely of blood, grasping this suddenly appearing human soul that has intruded into Her territory.
As the entity symbolizing life, reincarnation, femininity, spirituality, and many other domains at this universe's apex, the Fallen Mother Goddess feels somewhat surprised—She cannot understand the essence within this soul, cannot peer into its memories.
However, She perceives that this soul before Her possesses a special connection with the planet within the barrier, able to pass through the seal unhindered and enter within.
Thus, this Old One prepares to use the soul's connection with the Creator's sleeping place to arrange a first move—or rather, an investment that could allow Her to perfectly achieve Her goals after the barrier shatters.
A "child" born through this soul under Her authority's influence—a child of the Old Ones.
Without hesitation, a writhing piece of flesh flies from within the tall blood-red figure, merging into the incomplete soul, wrapping and completely repairing it.
Immediately after, Her figure suddenly expands, seemingly covering the entire astral barrier. Under the gazes of many existences—some uncomprehending, some surprised—the Fallen Mother Goddess lets out a terrifying howl, and the substantial red moon appears to boil.
Outside the astral barrier, in a dark world hidden by secrecy where lightning and storms intertwine, Mr. Door, lost in the tempest and continuously calling for help, suddenly becomes rigid and dull. A blood-red starlight door appears briefly, then vanishes without trace...
Night falls over the Southern Continent. Above "Intis" city, located in the Loen Kingdom's colony—this city whose name means red moon in ancient Feysac—a massive red moon occupies half the sky! The dark night sky is stained entirely by radiance from the red moon's surface, enveloping the earth within it.
In Intis city, residents who haven't yet fallen asleep raise their heads to look at the sky, all feeling shock and fear at this strange phenomenon.
Simultaneously, humans in the Northern Continent, Southern Continent, and even the Forsaken Land all witness this red moon occupying the entire sky.
In the garden within the City Lord's mansion, Loen Kingdom's stationed colonial colonel Von Noor observes the red moon occupying the sky, then turns his gaze toward the colonial general cultivated nearby—Rael Lydia Eggers, who reportedly possesses Death God bloodline. At this moment, only shock and fear remain in both their eyes.
Beside the City Lord's mansion, in the basement of the Storm Church built with deep blue as primary and cyan as secondary colored stones, the Punisher deacon stationed here abandons his usual irritability and impulsiveness, calmly ordering the team members before him:
"Washil, go notify the clerical staff... no, forget that. Go personally and send a telegram to notify His Excellency the Archbishop. The rest follow me to the Deep Blue Gate—prepare to activate that Grade 1 Sealed Artifact at any moment. This red moon spells serious trouble!"
As a Punisher deacon who has long served in the Southern Continent, leading his squad in multiple battles against heretics who believe in the Primordial Moon and Rose School of Thought, Heiml summons all available Punisher team members at the first moment the red moon appears.
Just as he finishes giving orders and prepares to lead team members to the Deep Blue Gate, terrifying lightning suddenly manifests in the night sky occupied by the red moon. The electrical fury rages and weaves the entire night sky into a silver-white forest, as if daylight has suddenly arrived.
In the Forsaken Land, within the world where darkness and lightning intertwine, an inverted figure opens his tightly closed single eye.
The True Creator's gaze penetrates through the Forsaken Land's seal, seemingly looking toward the Southern Continent's night sky where storms and lightning gather.
Located deep in the astral world, within two divine kingdoms filling the barrier's gaps, an abstract tower composed of countless brass eyes and a human figure composed of countless light rays simultaneously cast their gazes over.
The Dark Heaven, Machinery Temple, Twilight Hall, and other places all successively direct their attention to the phenomenon.
After a long time, the illusory red moon occupying the entire night sky finally cannot withstand the washing and baptism of those lightning bolts. It shatters and disappears.
As the massive red moon vanishes, the thunder in mid-air suddenly contracts, turning to nothingness and successively disappearing into the night sky.
"This is... the Lord's aura!"
Looking at those brilliant silver rays and feeling the fear and submission arising from his heart, as a Blessed of the Storm and a Punisher deacon, Heiml keenly perceives the essence of this power—that which comes from the Lord he believes in, the great existence ruling sky and sea, controlling storms and lightning!
The night sky returns to its usual appearance. The quiet red moon hangs in the sky as usual, as if everything that just occurred never happened.
In a plantation in the western suburbs of Intis city, crimson moonlight passes through the study window, spilling onto a young man beside the desk who sits completely rigid, having long lost all movement.
Suddenly, the young man's tightly closed eyes snap open, revealing traces of confusion and incomprehension. Looking at the red moonlight shining on his face, he instinctively raises his right hand, as if wanting to grasp something.
Immediately after, he closes his eyes, falling into long silence.
In the morning, the Southern Continent's characteristic scorching sunlight passes through the study window, evenly spilling across the face of the young man leaning back in the desk chair.
Under this dazzling sunlight, "Wu Ming" slowly opens his eyes. After a night of fusion, he releases the first sigh since arriving in this world.
"Sigh..."
His name was "Wu Ming"—an orphan and a cheerful construction worker.
He never expected that after working overtime continuously for two months, leading to physical and mental exhaustion, and failing to notice being struck to death by a slag truck, he could still transmigrate.
And it was transmigration into the novel "Lord of the Mysteries" he had read in his previous life.
But he didn't know what went wrong—his transmigration location wasn't quite right. According to normal logic, he should have directly landed on Earth, but unexpectedly went straight to the old home of the Pillar Old One, the Fallen Mother Goddess.
Examining the blood-red radiance that has already merged with his soul, his eyes go black, feeling he's about to meet his end.
He must admit a fact—he's no longer clean. But regarding this result, he feels no resentment toward the Fallen Mother Goddess; on the contrary, he must thank Her.
His soul was already broken and battered during transmigration. Without the Fallen Mother Goddess's power to repair and stitch his soul together, he couldn't have been reborn at all. For the current him, whether in mysticism or reality, the Fallen Mother Goddess is his second mother.
This is an unchangeable fact that cannot be altered. He has already accepted Her grace, becoming a Sequence 2 Angel! Becoming a "Planeswalker"!