During the earliest stages of the golden age period when hollow energy existed in an over abundance across the multiverse. There existed a powerful species of monarchs known as the cosmic serpents, immensely large snake- like creatures with terrifying bite forces that can release reality bending entropy atop a person's body, mortal or Divine alike could be affected by this powerful bite.
This battle entails the conflict between a deadly cosmic serpent known as "white eye" a white scaled galaxy sized beast who consumed countless lives of trillions across different worlds.
A young immortal sage referred as "astrida the nomadic deity" appears to write this correction, as usually these monarchs would be left to their own devices but the corruption and influence of outside darker forces causing the serpents & other monarch class beings making destructive moves.
Let this battle of fates commence.
By:B30 who loves to read
Word count- 2035
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In the midst of a chaotic entropic storm brought by an albino serpent of enormous bodily proportions barreling through countless nearby star systems, in the far distance it sees something miles above a bright red star.
A floating woman 100cm tall in her regal appearance with flowing flame-like hair cascading down her back, skin of a light-skinned complexion, with beautiful woven robes that are adorned in various shades, of different colors, intricate patterns, constellations & planets.
Her eyes are distinctly multicolored akin to an endless plaster of paints smashed together into mixed colors.
"So the serpent has finally arrived." she says softly.
Not giving a second to spare anytime for leviathan to attack .
Astrada stretching out her right arm towards the serpent instantaneously manifests a cover-less grimoire that has multiple pages with varying spells inscribed onto them, some being symbols of abstract creatures she could call upon to fight for her, while other spells inscribed have symbols of objects & powerful weapons she can cast out quickly.
The coverless grimoire's pages repeatedly begin flipping until it falls upon a page with words written in an indescribable language only she could fathom.
"Untold faith" the book radiates with a powerful grayish light of true hollow energy bursting through the page's forming into physical reality creating a tiny lantern—cracked, rusted, and hanging by a fraying chain. Its flame is not fire, but a deep indigo hunger that whimpers and pulses like a child. When released, it grows into a drifting, cloak-wrapped specter with a lantern for a head.
The cloaked Spector starts growing in size hundreds of times bigger than the red star it was floating above moments prior.
Each step the lantern takes leaves oily obsidian trails of hollow energy, a slight smirk washes over the sage's face. "good now to keep you away from any more living beings." Astrada warps the three of them into a dead zone area light years away from the previous location.
The dead zone area is desolate & barren, with few planets that show no signs of life on them, Astrada can now use between 5-10 % of her hollow energy output without affecting the universe at large or destroying nearby galaxy clusters.
white eye was momentarily confused until its piercing vertical slitted eyes honed onto the lantern spectator in front of it, now speeding up his momentum towards it with great haste.
Swoosh!
Blinking in front of the snake the spectator lifts it arm high and comes down in heavy downward swing with its lantern shining more brightly than before as white flames burst from the lantern striking the cosmic serpent directly in its head.
Wack! Wack! Wack!
Three more hits land on the snake's head; it lets out a loud and blood curdling scream that echoes across the entire dead zone area of 1,000 mile radius.
White eye body trashes all around the area whipping its powerful tail at different angles & speeds towards the lantern spectator in front of it.
Due to the sheer size of this monarch's body being that of an entire galaxy, Astrada has to twist her body at and dodge around different tail strikes that are more than powerful enough to deal significant damage to her if it lands direct contact.
Swoosh ! swoosh ! Swoosh!
More tail strikes followed up, each strike getting faster and more accurate despite the creature's obvious size difference between itself and Astrada.
Flying around as fast as she can, eventually one manages to graze her, slinging her body straight down onto the planet surface, she looks up in awe seeing a gaping maw open wide.
White eye stretches out its wide mouth and instantly snaps its jaw shut around the planet crushing it under the weight of its deadly bite force.
In the same moment of jaws coming down upon Astrada she uses another spell manifested from her grimoire that acts as a substitution spell move.
" mirrored fate". When the planet is crushed, fractal mirror images appear all around the planet cracking and splitting into smaller fragments until they eventually disperse.
reforming onto a nearby asteroid, Astrada appearing relatively okay aside from earlier tail strike, calls back her Spectator the "ordain lantern" commanding it to release its ability "wailing ignition" When Astrada speaks a story of "what could've been," the lantern responds with a shriek that manifests a burst of Hollow Energy in the form of a tsunami-shaped white flame, without warning or any time to fully react the monarch white eye scales are singed with portion of its middle body being extensively damaged and blueish white flesh partially exposed under its scales.
BOOM! SWOOSH! CLANG!
White eye now exerting even greater amounts of force through trying to crash entropy around the ordained spectator flames clashing with its ignition attack, Multiple explosions are going off whilst Astrada is flying around accelerating herself using burst flow and culminating it with move called "thought cloaking" which grants Astrada translucent humming bird-esqe wings & as they begin flapping turn her invisible controlling them for period of 1 minute purposely.
This cosmic serpent isn't letting up its onslaught of attacks and it just keeps getting faster and more intense with each blow release I'll have to draw this thing out for a few more minutes then bring it into my Mindscape to deal a lethal blow.. Astrada is thinking inwardly as she now has around 20 seconds left of time.
The spectator holding out as much time needed for Astrada gamble swings it lantern widely slashing through the endless void of space painting it with oily hollow energy traces of obsidian, white sparks begin flashing one after another with a string of explosions arching around the cosmic serpent's body continuously on its durable scales that are singed and partially cracked through.
10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. After the last few seconds of holding up time, white grows ever more terrifying, opening its gargantuan mouth and with a mighty clamp! Its teeth bisects the spectator in half from its waists releasing high levels of entropy in the 5km radius of itself and Astrada.
getting hit by this massive wave entropic force takes a chuck out the left side of Astrada abdomen causing divine blood to gush out then drip down along the side of her robes. she cast self healing spell called " damage control" closing the wound up and stopping the bleeding almost immediately after receiving it just moments ago.
Cough! Cough! "The monarch got me pretty good there, I wasn't expecting it to set up an entropy field like that so quickly but no matter it is full adult class serpent so I'd expect it to be this powerful if not more". Astrada lets out saying in fast breathed intervals while still keeping up in her movements .
White eye doesn't let up and another bite looms down upon Astrada attempting to swallow her completely whole until for moment everything seems to fall still for but a moment, muttering silently she evokes a summoning spell, a garden that bloomed only when someone told a lie they believed. It was said the flowers whispered secrets never meant to be known, and those who listened never spoke the truth again After an inaction poem was added giving the summon an added increase to its potency, Floating above them is the "Gardener", a headless humanoid wrapped in silk bandages, holding pruning shears longer than the asteroid Astrada is floating near. Large vines sprout out the gardener snake-like in appearance wrapping around the enormous serpent.
White eye attempts to release another massive wave of entropy this time at much grander scale of 15km radius, Astrada feeling a high level occurrence coming decides on commencing her gamble, 10% hollow energy output Quietly thinking Astrada raises up both of her hands in wide outstretched motion, her coverless grimoire still floating behind her endless pages flipping stop in motion.
The dead zone area is even more still than it has ever been before.
" Mindscape: Undying Visions!" . Both her and the white eye are encompassed within an alternate dimension of reality turning dreams, stories, & the mind itself into her truth. This space is endless in all of its boundaries with otherworldly and nigh unexplainable things flashing or appearing in front of the cosmic serpent eyes.
Here is Astrada's inner world—an endless space carved from the marrow of belief itself. The sky above is not a sky at all, but a moving veil of abstract dreams—serpent-eyed stars, cascading rings of ink, and floating glyphs spinning like sentient snowflakes. Gravity drifts sideways. Language whispers itself into soundless forms. Logic has no empire here.
Floating weightless, her open hands glimmer faintly. The coverless grimoire remains at her back, hovering like a second spine, its pages suspended mid-flip—each one a world, a rule, a weapon.
White Eye twitches for the first time.
Its impossibly long body coils into the shape of a spiraled eclipse, coiling through the empty folds of the Mindscape like a ribbon through oil. The serpent does not understand this place. Monarchs do not dream. Monarchs are born above creation, not within it.
But it feels.
And in that moment of sensation, it is vulnerable.
Astrada moves.
Her body is a blinding streak across the warping canvas of this space. Every footfall sends a fractal ripple, like ideas shattering beneath her sandals. Her tattoos ignite, each symbol retelling her lineage anew, whispering the lineage of the sages into the Mindscape.
Her voice drops low. Calm. Resolute.
"Belief defines the bounds of war here, beast. Let's see how long your certainty holds." Her voice echoes with immense authority.
White Eye strikes. Fangs of conceptual collapse, each larger than the moons she once meditated under. They don't bite toward her—they bite around her, warping toward her location with spatial violation, ignoring the normal arcs of cause and effect. Every chomp threatens to erase, not devour.
Fractured Mirrors: Reflection Twelve"
A series of twelve mirrors flash into existence mid-air, spinning in precise orbit. They fracture as the serpent's jaws reach her, each one shattering into a recursive field of infinite reflection. Every time the beast lunges, it sees her elsewhere—across time, across moments that have not yet occurred.
One bite catches her sleeve.
Gone.
Half her arm flickers.
But she doesn't scream. She just replaces herself again in real-time, stitching her body back into place through sheer narrative control.
White Eye's mind recoils.It knows now—it is not alone inside this mind.
The Garden remains. The Gardener is still here.
Above them, just beyond the serpent's radius of dominance, the headless entity floats through a blooming corridor of flowers now fused into the Mindscape—Glass Roses of Falsehood—each one reflecting truths that never happened.
They whisper again.
White Eye hesitates—and Astrada pounces.
Voices From the Outer Reaches — Command Directive: Spiral Collapse"
Dozens of psionic sigils flare around her like halos, each representing a command of thought, emotion, memory, and force. They pulse in a radiant spiral, then collapse inward, forming an ethereal drill of light made of pure psionic language.
She hurls it forward——right into the serpent's core-thought.The moment it connects, White Eye flinches. It reels—not in pain—but in an alien sensation it has never experienced before:
Doubt.
Its red eyes blink… once. Then again.
Within those seconds, Astrada pushes.
Part-2 coming soon…