A man sat on his throne as he viewed a magical projection. His finger tapped on the throne he sat on: A red throne. On it, the image of a snake wrapped around a sword was on the left arm rest. On the right arm rest was a Minotaur standing with an axe by its side. Mana visibly leaked off the man as he watched the scenes play out on screen. "This is not mana." He finally said as he looked at his nearest retainer; a woman of short stature who kneeled before the man. "No Lord Mithrael. From our observations we were able to deduce that no mana was used in the battle." Mithrael sat back on his throne, his finger tapping on the minotaur as he re-watched a scene of the apaches engaging the dragons. "Hm. Very well. Leave me." His eyes shone with authority as he looked at Brishan itself.
The shadows coalesced behind him as a figure appeared behind the throne room. "Tread lightly, Mithrael. You know not of what you seek." The figure states as he watched Mithrael observe the surface world. "The heavens still punish those that disrupt order. No power is infinite, and no god unbound by fate."
Mithrael laughed at the figure as he sees threads attached to the men in green. The threads lead to the wall of causality, a boundary between sister worlds. "I am aware of the forbidden and the damned, but have you forgotten the rules of old?" Mithrael states as he looked past the wall. "Think about it, Astarion! Look! A world untouched by Gods, stars that do not align with each other."
Astarion sighed as he walked out of the shadows. He stood tall over Mithrael, his white robes and red fedora contrasting with the dark backdrop. "Fool! Cease your insanity! The laws of fate are not boundaries for you to travel as if on vacation!"
Mithrael chuckled as he looked back at Astarion. "Do you take me for a fool? I know this was the doing of you and that Witch." He spouts with hatred laced in his voice. "You have shackled this world, dooming it to ineptitude. You observers claim to speak of free will, yet shackle the mortals to their shells. The evidence is on Brishan as we speak! The mortals from that other world have tools that kill even dragons! Mortals did that!" He growled as he turned towards Astarion. "Do not lecture me on prophesy, Astarion. You fret over mortal freedom, yet shelter them from themselves, adjusting the balance to save them from themselves."
Astarion sighed as he walked next to the younger God. He looked down at Brishan, then to Earth. "And you know the solution, Mithrael? Do not think we have been blind to your actions. You rule over the mortals as a king, your so called 'proxy', just a mere puppet of yourself. What say you, Mithrael? We give the mortals free will under shackles, while you act as the shackles yourself. What guidance can you offer those souls that they cannot answer themselves?"
Mithrael laughed at the question, and the whole world shook with his laughter. He turned to the observer and pulled on one of the threads, investigating it. "What guidance do I have to offer to these mortals?" He mused as he looked towards a distant star while letting go of the thread he had strung. "I make the guidance, Astarion. I am what I am." He said while smirking. "You shackle them, but say I am the shackles. Allow me to explain. Mortals are incapable of ruling themselves. If I show them the path through my own righteousness, those shackles are released."
Astarion stared back at Mithrael with a blank stare. "Ludicrous! You are a hypocrite, Mithrael. You want us to allow mortals to grow unfettered, so that you can chain them to your guidance!" Astarion glowered as he stepped closer to Mithrael, the two God's face to face. "Do not do this Mithrael. Two worlds were never meant to interact. You are a fool, child." Astarion spat. "Do not let that childish reflection come to light."
Mithrael pat Astarion on the back while pulling the mana screen back up. He showed a screen to Astarion, revealing the scene of Jonny refitting a tank with shells. "These are not beasts, demons, or God's." Mithrael states plainly. "These machines may be capable of reaching us one day. If we do not bring their ilk under our righteous guidance, I feel they may turn into lost sheep we may have to shear."
Astarion trembled with anger at Mithrael's words. He looked at the other God with contempt. "You would act as a reaper to fullfill your machinations? Have you lost your mind?" He growls. "It appears that all faith we had on you is lost Mithrael. Do not cross these worlds. Fate will not be kind to you if you do. That!" He said as he pointed to Earth. "Is a godless world. Their technology is already capable of felling dragons. Do. Not. Intermix. The. Mortals."
Mithrael laughed in response to Astarion. "Goodbye, old friend. You can watch from your hole in the stars." He said while waving his hand lazily. Astarion was vanquished from the palace. The world trembled once more as a voice echoed from the stars. "Mithrael! Do not do it! Releasing that boundary will not fetter mortals! It will unshackle them from us completely!" Mithrael looked up at the sun closest to his left side while smirking back in the direction of the voice. "I guess we shall see then."
Mithrael then turned to the barrier between worlds. He grabbed the walls, and smashed them down, wiping away the barrier with little to no resistance. He then assumed his spot back on his throne. "You fool! You do not know what you have done!" Astarion yelled, looking at shock at the now broken barrier. Mithrael chuckled while watching the two worlds dance closer to each other.
"Mm. Fates walked so destinies can align."