"Nature shows us only the tail of the lion. But there is no doubt in my mind that the lion belongs with it even if he cannot reveal himself to the eye all at once because of his huge dimension."
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955 C.E.).
"The Mountain and the Wind:"
"In a realm beyond time, where legends walk and myths remember, a mountain stood tall above the clouds. It was not made of stone or earth, but of questions. Pilgrims came, seeking answers. Few returned the same. One day, Sun Wukong 孫悟空 'the Great Sage Equal to Heaven' leapt from cloud to cloud, staff in hand, eyes sharp with mischief and pride. He landed on the peak with a grin. "I have defeated demons, outwitted gods, and turned the heavens upside down," he declared to the wind. "So tell me, Mountain of Questions—what more is there to master?" The mountain did not speak. But a voice came with the wind—calm, steady, and full of gravity. "You have mastered force and trickery," said the voice. "But have you mastered yourself?" Sun Wukong spun around. "Who speaks?" He saw no one, only a figure robed in white standing far off, outlined in light. The Monkey King bowed instinctively, not in submission, but in recognition of presence.
"I am a Messenger," said the figure. "I was sent with words, not weapons." He was the Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ) or Muhammad ibn (son of) Abdullah (may God bestow mercy and peace upon him). Wukong snorted. "Words? I shattered heaven's armies with a hair and a thought." The Messenger sat quietly on a rock. "And still, you climb this mountain." Wukong frowned. "I came for answers." "Then put down your staff," the Messenger said gently. "And sit." The Monkey King hesitated. His weapon was part of him. But the mountain held its breath, and so did he. He sat. They talked. Not of war or miracles, but of justice, patience, mercy, and restraint. The Monkey King spoke of rebellion. The Messenger spoke of responsibility. The wind carried their words across the skies. When silence returned, the Monkey King stood. "I see now," he said slowly. "Power is easy. Purpose is harder." The Messenger nodded. "And peace is the hardest of all. For war (al-Jihad) is easy to come by, but peace, true peace, is most hard of all. You claim to be some class of folk called a 'Buddha.' I may only guess that this was not an easy task to complete. Outer-peace much like inner-peace is always hard to obtain. Wukong picked up his staff, lighter now in his hand. He bowed again. Not out of defeat, but respect. Then he vanished into the clouds—still wild, but no longer lost.
"山與風":
在一個超越時間的境界,傳說穿梭,神話銘記,一座高山聳立於雲霄之上.它並非由石頭或泥土構成,而是由疑問構成.朝聖者紛至沓來,尋求答案.然而,鮮有回頭者.有一天,孫悟空手執法杖,躍過雲霄,眼神中流露出頑皮與傲慢.他咧嘴一笑,落在峰頂. 「我已戰勝妖魔,智勝諸神,並顛覆了天庭,」他對著風說道. 「那麼,告訴我吧,疑問之山——還有什麼需要征服?」山峰沒有說話.但風中傳來一個聲音──平靜,穩定,卻充滿力量. 「你掌握了力量和詭計,」那聲音說. 「但你掌握了你自己嗎?」孫悟空轉過身:「誰說話了?」他沒看見任何人,只見遠處站著一個身穿白袍的身影,輪廓在光芒中若隱若現.孫悟空本能地鞠躬,並非表示臣服,而是表示對他的認可.
「我是信使,」那身影說. 「我是被派來傳達言語的,不是武器.」他是先知穆罕默德（ﷺ）或穆罕默德·伊本（阿卜杜拉之子）（願真主賜予他憐憫與和平）.悟空哼了一聲. 「言語?我用一根頭髮和一個想法粉碎了天軍.」信差靜靜地坐在一塊岩石上. 「但你仍然攀登這座山.」悟空皺起了眉頭. 「我來找答案.」 「那就放下你的手杖吧.」信差溫和地說. 「坐下.」孫悟空猶豫了.他的武器是他身體的一部分.但大山屏住了呼吸,他也一樣.他坐下了.他們交談.不是戰爭或奇蹟,而是正義,耐心,仁慈和克制.孫悟空講的是造反.信差談到了責任.風把他們的話語傳遍天空.當一切恢復平靜時,孫悟空站了起來. 「我現在明白了,」他慢慢地說. 「權力很容易.目標很難.」信差點點頭.而和平是最難的.因為戰爭（聖戰）很容易獲得,但和平,真正的和平,卻是最難的.你自稱是某種被稱為「佛陀」的人.我只能猜測,這並非易事.外在的平靜和內心的平靜一樣,總是難以獲得.悟空拿起手中的法杖,現在它輕了一些.他再次鞠躬.並非出於失敗,而是出於敬意.然後他消失在雲層中——依然狂野,但不再迷失.
الجبل والريح: في عالمٍ يتجاوز الزمن، حيث تسير الأساطير وتتذكرها الأساطير، ينتصب جبلٌ شامخٌ فوق السحاب. لم يكن مصنوعًا من حجرٍ أو تراب، بل من أسئلة. كان الحجاج يأتون باحثين عن إجابات. قليلٌ من عادوا كما كانوا. في أحد الأيام، قفز سون ووكونغ من سحابةٍ إلى سحابة، وعصاه في يده، وعيناه حادتان بالشقاء والكبرياء. هبط على القمة مبتسمًا. قال للريح: "لقد هزمتُ الشياطين، وتفوقتُ على الآلهة، وقلبتُ السماوات رأسًا على عقب. أخبرني إذًا يا جبل الأسئلة - ما الذي بقي لأتقنه أكثر؟" لم يتكلم الجبل. لكن صوتًا جاء مع الريح - هادئًا، ثابتًا، ومليئًا بالجاذبية. قال الصوت: "لقد أتقنتَ القوة والخداع". "لكن هل أتقنتَ نفسك؟" استدار سون ووكونغ. "من يتكلم؟" لم يرَ أحدًا، سوى شخصية ترتدي ثوبًا أبيض تقف بعيدًا، مُحددة بالضوء. انحنى ملك القرد غريزيًا، ليس خضوعًا، بل تقديرًا للوجود. قال الشخص: "أنا رسول. أُرسلتُ بكلام، لا بسلاح". كان النبي محمد (صلى الله عليه وسلم) أو محمد بن عبد الله (رحمه الله وسلامه). شخر ووكونج. "كلمات؟ لقد حطمتُ جيوش السماء بشعرة وفكرة". جلس الرسول بهدوء على صخرة. "ومع ذلك، تتسلق هذا الجبل". عبس ووكونج. "جئتُ لأحصل على إجابات". قال الرسول بهدوء: "إذن ضع عصاك". "واجلس". تردد ملك القرد. كان سلاحه جزءًا منه. لكن الجبل حبس أنفاسه، وكذلك هو. جلس. تحدثوا. ليس عن الحرب أو المعجزات، بل عن العدل والصبر والرحمة وضبط النفس. تحدث ملك القرد عن التمرد. تحدث الرسول عن المسؤولية. حملت الريح كلماتهم عبر السماء. عندما عاد الصمت، وقف ملك القرد. قال ببطء: "أرى الآن. القوة سهلة. الهدف أصعب." أومأ الرسول. "والسلام أصعبها. فالحرب (الجهاد) سهلة المنال، لكن السلام، السلام الحقيقي، أصعبها. تزعم أنك من طبقة من الناس تُدعى "بوذا". لا يسعني إلا أن أخمن أن هذه لم تكن مهمة سهلة. فالسلام الخارجي، كما هو الحال مع السلام الداخلي، يصعب الحصول عليه دائمًا." التقط ووكونغ عصاه، وهي الآن أخف في يده. انحنى مرة أخرى. ليس من باب الهزيمة، بل من باب الاحترام. ثم اختفى في السحاب - لا يزال متوحشًا، لكنه لم يعد تائهًا
The story of when the Great Sage Equal to Heaven met God's Holy Prophet.
Back in Umi our heroes had nearly reached the abode of the Dragon there was a large futuristic city. They were nearly at the city, that city was called Yagsagoth, it was apparently the city where the dragon was the guardian deity. Ungar narrowed his eyes, "where at the gates of the city, but something's not right." A large demon appeared. Ungar laughed with his arms crossed: "Oh I see, the dragon has a guardian to prove if those who approach it are worthy." Talus stepped forward cracking his neck: "I'll handle this, let's see if this creature can handle a member of the Mozaku (Demon Tribe)." Talus was excited he couldn't wait to fight this creature. The monster charges, swinging a flaming arm like a wrecking ball. Talus sidesteps it with brutal elegance, grabbing the limb mid-swing and flipping the beast over his shoulder with a thunderous BOOM. Talus grinned and his heart began to flutter with excitement. Ungar noticed right away, for the first time in a long time Talus was happy. "Slow. Guess you're not used to fighting demons who don't flinch," said Talus. The monster retaliates with a shockwave roar, turning the air to fire. Talus was swallowed in flames—until his silhouette emerged, unburned, surrounded by a glowing sigil. "Is that all, if that's all you can throw at me I'd say you don't have a prayer in this fight." The monster began to stammer in fear. "You wanted to test me?! Then let's go to HELL TOGETHER!" Talus leapt towards the monster. His body was engulfed in violet flames as a massive demonic glyph formed behind him, wings of pure energy unfurling. "MOZAKU FINAL ART: Hellspike Nova Hammer!" Talus slammed both fists into the monster's chest—detonating a massive energy explosion that rained down arcane light for miles. The demon crashed back to earth, defeated, sizzling, and twitching in the cracked stone. The sigil on Yagsagoth's gate pulsed and opened slowly. Talus landed, smoke rising from his back. "I'm warmed up now. Hope the Dragon's stronger than that." Ungar laughed: "I'm fighting the dragon. You blew your turn on his underling." Talus shrugged: "Fine, fair is fair."
The gates of Yagsagoth creaked open with a grinding chorus of ancient gears and runes, revealing a city bathed in twilight and techno-mysticism. Skyscrapers spiraled into the clouds, pulsing with veins of etherlight. Holograms of draconic symbols shimmered in the air, each one flickering as if... watching. Ungar took a step forward. The wind shifted. Heavy. His cape fluttered in the breeze. Pressurized. It felt like the air was watching too. A voice echoed across the skyline—low, calm, and impossibly vast. Ungar got in a fighting stance, his massive frame stretching with mechanical clinks. His bare arms, his armor was glimmering, shimmered as his battle aura surged. "If my fate is already written," Ungar said, voice steady like rolling thunder, "then I'll break the damn pen. I've written my own destiny from the beginning." Suddenly the sky split open. The clouds tore as a colossal figure descended—the Dragon. Not a beast. Not exactly. Its body was forged of shifting armor plates and burning nebula flame. Eyes like pearls. Wings that shimmered between light and darkness.
The Guardian Deity of Yagsagoth's name was: RAZ'VEKTAR. Talus stepped back, the heat distorting even his demon-born senses. "Yo… that's a god, not a dragon." Ungar narrowed his eyes, with his sword on his shoulder—a blade nearly as tall as he was, etched with the names of the giants he had slain. "Good. I've killed gods before." Raz'vektar raised one claw, tracing a circle in the air. Reality peeled apart. A dozen magic circles erupted around him, spewing meteor-fire and blade-lightning. Ungar charged straight in, axe dragging behind him, carving a trench through the crystalline pavement. The first spell struck—Starburst Erasure. Most would vanish on contact. Ungar punched it. The energy collapsed inward, fizzling. His skin sparked, bleeding light. But he didn't stop. Ungar's body glowed as ancient sigils lit up along his spine. His muscles bulged, skin turning to stone-iron. He launched himself into the air, crashing into Raz'vektar's midsection.
The god reeled. Not much—but enough. Raz'vektar growled. Words were no longer needed. He opened his mouth. A singularity formed. A breath not of flame—but of pure time-collapse. Talus screamed: "UNGAAR! That's a Timecore Breath! One hit and you'll be sealed into a realm of darkness." Ungar didn't flinch. He gripped his axe with both hands. The weapon began to sing. "Time, huh? Let's see if it can cut me." The edge split into fractals. Ungar's aura surged—silver, gold, and void-black. Ungar then began to speak telepathically. "Everyone, I'm taking this fight off world for a moment. Talus do you remember that technique that you used at the tournament over 1,000 years ago where you shot the beam of energy out of your that destroyed three galaxies." Talus thought back, "Yes I remember." Ungar continued: "Everyone attacked at once, with Talus doing that in the middle, once the attack's finished the dragon would be no more." Ungar leaped into the heavens and the dragon chased after him. They went beyond the realm of Umi flying above the Cosmic Ocean of the Sky. The dragon reverted into its human form which was a blonde man with incredible armor and a golden sword. "What's wrong wizard, you can't handle my strength." They flew up towards giant sea monsters like giant squids and marine reptiles swimming in the sky when they broke through that they began to fight in a world of quantum space-time and then they began to cross into multiple dimensions and universes, fighting in many worlds beyond comprehension until they were in a singular void of space, Ungar grabbed the tail the only reptilian part of the dragon in his human form and flung the dragon into a black hole, Ungar chased after the dragon into the black hole over the event horizon. Ungar and the dragon were unfazed in the dead star and continued to exchange blows.
Inside the black hole, time fractured. Space didn't twist—it collapsed. Every blow echoed in multiple timelines at once. Ungar's axe cracked like thunder through collapsing realities. Raz'vektar snarled, his golden blade shimmering with paradox energy, slashing through potential futures. CLANG. BOOM. A thousand versions of each attack collided and collapsed into one another. "You're strong, wizard," Raz'vektar hissed, blood—if it was blood—leaking upward from his lip. "But strength isn't enough where logic dies." Ungar laughed. "Good thing I gave up logic a long time ago." Suddenly, Raz'vektar's eyes flared with ancient glyphs. He snapped his fingers. The black hole froze. Time paused. Ungar stood mid-swing—locked. "You're done," Raz'vektar said coldly. "My domain is Time. You thought you could brawl with a god of collapse?" But then—a sound. A hum. A note. Faint at first, but growing louder. Reality cracked. "NNNNGAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Ungar moved. Against frozen time, he moved. Sparks tore from his armor. His aura wasn't just silver, gold, and void-black anymore. A fourth color had entered—primordial red. The color of chaos before creation. "I'm not fighting you in your domain," Ungar said. "I'm dragging you into mine." He tore through the pause—literally ripping the stillness like paper—and headbutted Raz'vektar hard enough to send shockwaves through before and after.
Back in normal space-time, the other warriors were already mid-formation. Talus floated high, his arms spread wide. His body glowed brighter than stars. Below him, the army of warriors unleashed everything. Blades of light. Sonic punches. Reality-tearing arrows. Spells that bent gravity into knots. All aimed toward a single convergence point. Lupus, Narcis, Hermes, Ebisu, Yadala, Mamara, etc. unleashed their full attack.
Talus roared:
"NOVA TRINITY ANNIHILATION!" He fired the beam. After a blue light crawled up each vertebrae in his spine. The energy didn't shoot—it exploded. Galaxies that weren't even born yet blinked out of potential. The beam struck the point where Ungar and Raz'vektar emerged from the black hole—still locked in battle. There was silence. A silence that hummed with the tension of infinite destruction. Then— The explosion didn't just destroy matter. It reprogrammed existence. Planets were born. Stars collapsed. Dead gods wept. The Dragon was brought to heel and was now in the custody of Hermes. They had won but now the Great Demon King would be sending anything and everything in his power to destroy them. Now Hermes had the powers of the Dragons of Fire, Water, Earth and Wind. And with that incredible power and new found strength.
Back in the palace, Xerxes and Alristia met with Professor Alamdeus. Almadeus had just finished sealing the hooded figure and cracked his neck. "Wow, that was a huge pain in the ass. You should thank me, if it weren't for me you'd all be dead." Alestria became irritated: "Cut the shit, Professor, we need you to come back to the guild. You're the only one who can help us take on the Void." Alamadeus was silent for a moment, it was uncomfortable. "Professor, are you listening?" The Professor replied: "Yeah, YEAH! I'll go with you. But as you know the Guild Worlds are controlled by Alphasanti the God of the Northern Lights, me and him have an axe to grind with each other. So when I meet him there's no promise I won't go off." Xerxes replied: "Fine, let's just get going." A portal opened and they arrived in a futuristic building where magic and technology coexisted and everyone was capable of using pure Qadar. Everyone here was either a guildsman or they were residents or subjects of the guild world countless different cultures and people lived in this realm. Alestria looked around:
"This place... it's alive with Qadar. Like every atom is fighting to stay real." Professor Amadeus grinned: "Welcome to the Confederation Nexus. Home of over 200,000,000,000 billion that's with a B Billion guilds. Give or take the ones that implode themselves weekly." Suddenly, the light bent—from one side of the chamber. The temperature split—half the room was as cold as dying stars, the other hotter than screaming steel. Then a man appears.
This man was the Ranker Yang Xao Yei. He began to flow six inches off the ground, wearing a mantle of living code—streaming ribbons of fire and ice that orbit his body like loyal satellites. His eyes were chrome fractals, but you can hear them judging you. He had hair like black mercury drips upward. Half of his face was tattooed with star maps; the other half—stitched with thread that whispered. Around his neck: a ring of star shaped metal rings, thousands of them, shifting and blinking, and alive with power. He spoke, and his voice fractures the air into molten glass. Yang Xao Yei.
"Amadeus. Still slouching through the cosmos like a half-baked thought experiment I see. Honestly, I'd never thought I would see the day when you decided to follow a respectable profession." Professor Amadeus replied:
"Yang. Still compensating for cosmic insecurity by dressing like a transcendent screensaver. Honestly the drag-queen transvestite look isn't working for you buddy. Hate to be catty but it's the truth." Yang Xao Yei smiled as if he was unsheathing a knife: "You always knew how to compliment me. And yet… here you are. With new rejects. Looking to join the Confederation, I assume? I suppose you can. God only knows I can't think of a reason to say no." Xerxes snapped back:
"We're not here to sign up. We need access to the Guild Archives and Authority Badges. Fast." Yang Xao Yei titled his head like he was bored:
"Then you'll play by the rules. There are no exceptions. The Guild is run by the God of the Northern Lights and its rules are extremely strict. If they change as the Diet keeps the entire trade-system updated regularly you are expected to check your emails, if you break a rule and it's proven the email was sent to you you will have to suffer the consequences. It's nothing personal, just protocol."
He gestured, and the floor split open—not breaking, just yielding. A sphere rises, filled with liquid fire and cold steam—pure Qadar. It pulsed in sync with everyone's breath.
Yang Xao Yei.
"This world—no, this entire dimension—is forged of Qadar. Fire and water at their purest conceptual forms. Two primal forces. When perfectly balanced, they birth the impossible. That's why only those who've mastered both may even think of joining the Confederation." He flicks a finger—BOOM—a blast of Qadar explodes, splitting into twin serpents: one of flame, one of liquid silver. They spiral around the group, brushing their skin with terrifying intimacy.
Yang Xao Yei.
"Every Guild here is a world unto itself. A faction. A culture. A war machine. And I rank above all of them. Not because I'm the strongest... but because I've burned down more timelines than you've seen sunsets. I'm a Ranker after all, there are only 100 of us, so we are considered invaluable by the Chairmen of the Guilds." Alestria replied:
"Then teach us. Or test us. We didn't come for politics. We came to stop the Void." Yang's smile vanished. Yang Xao Yei said quietly: "You're too late. The Void is already a registered trade entity." Everyone stared. Kaisho replied: "What the hell does that even mean?" Yang Xao Yei: "It means it's playing the long game. Legitimacy. Influence. Resources. The Confederation recognizes all players in the game—no matter how monstrous. You want to stop the Void? Then something worse. Look I use to be an Imperial Commissar in the Empire, and we had to make deals with bigger scum in those days. If I could get used to it, so can you." Kaisho replied: "You worked for the Empire. Which empire?" Yang laughed. I worked for several different worlds but only in one I was a Commisar. But that was then and this is now.
Almadeus cracked his knuckles. The air recoiled from the sound. "You think we give a damn about trade legitimacy?" he growled. "The Void eats civilizations and spits out ruins. You want us to sit down and negotiate with that?" Yang Xao Yei raised a finger, and the twin serpents of Qadar suddenly froze mid-orbit, fangs inches from Kaisho's throat.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Yang said, voice like diamond dust scraping glass. "The Confederation is built in order. Not justice. Do you want justice? Go pray your false god. You want power? Learn the rules. Break them smart. And I'm surprised good Doctor you've dealt with threats far worse than the void in your thousands of years of adventuring, odd the void has you shaking in your boots." Amadeus gritted his teeth in anger. Xerxes stepped forward. The Qadar serpent hissed at him, but he didn't flinch. "We're not here to debate morality. We need access to Tier-0 Archives. We need Ascension Keys. We need a Warp Lattice to reach Sector Abyss-7." That caught Yang's attention. "You're aiming for the Ruined Spiral?" he asked, all traces of amusement gone. "That place is sealed. It's not just outside jurisdiction—it's outside reality. You'd need a Null-Code, and those haven't been forged since the Last Breach." Almadeus smirked. "Who said anything about needing a new one?" Yang's chrome fractal eyes narrowed. "So that's why you're here. You think you can find the original. The First Null-Code." Kaisho muttered, "Someone wants to tell me what the hell a Null-Code is?" Alestria answered, low and tense. "A key written in negative Qadar. It doesn't open doors—it erases the locks entirely and absolutely. It's how the ancient builders sealed the Void the first time. After it was sealed initially when the Demons escaped the garden." Yang Xao Yei exhaled. The entire chamber dimmed, as if the Nexus itself recoiled from the words.
"You're chasing ghosts. That code doesn't exist anymore. Every piece stored in the mind of a Ranker, each one sworn never to remember." Xerxes replied: "We don't care, we're willing to do whatever we need to do." Yang exhaled: "Okay I'll be your sponsor." This shocked everyone. "You're not going against the rules by going after the Null-Code but it won't be easy none of us Rankers remember how to access it but you're welcome to try. Bring your crew to Bay-15 at the eastern tower. Tomorrow you'll meet with individuals in the various allied guilds you will be paired with." Yang pulled out a digital pad and signed his name on it: "It's official you're in the guild."
Back in the Underworld, Uvia approached Jellal. "Jellal, they need your help in Umi." Jellal lifted his head while he was training for his eventual cosmic conquest. "Why would I help them?" Uvia retorted: "Because I'll put in a good word in Demi's Council, her de-facto boyfriend that Talus character is in the group you'll be protecting if you manage to aid him, that could do wonders for your prospects." Jellal smiled: "That'll do. I'll be off, Umi 30,000 years ago, correct?" Uvia nodded. Jellal disappeared in an instant and then he was in the realm of Umi, beautiful as ever he closed his eyes sensing the energies of our heroes he locked on. "There they are, I should be able to reach them in no time."
Hermes and the others walked through a giant lagoon, the water was crystal clear, the water was shallow and the wet sun sunk their feet into it. The lagoon stretched wide, a mirror of sky and light. Crystal-clear shallows rippled beneath the travelers' feet, soft sunlight pressing their soles into the silken sand below. Giant hermit crabs, armored like moving stones, lumbered between corals. Massive conches glided with unexpected grace, trailed by glistening snails in pearlescent shells. Further out, sleek silhouettes of marine reptiles carved paths through the deeper blue. And above them all, fantastical ocean beasts shimmered—leviathans of myth with fins like wings and eyes that blinked like blue marbles. Then the water darkened—not with shadow, but with power. A spiral formed above the center of the lagoon, glowing in pale cyan. Out of it stepped Aquafina. An elf, tall and lithe, her skin kissed with seafoam glow. Her long blue hair drifted behind her like a living current, and her eyes burned like tidal stars. She wore robes of liquid silk, marked with marks of ancient tides. The ocean bent to her presence. She wasn't here to bless.
Aquafina, the Ocean-Goddess of Umi. Guardian of the Demon King. A sentinel of balance—and now, execution. Her voice, calm and cold, echoed across the water: "Prophet Hermes. I offer no warnings. Your existence is a threat to the seal. Prepare to be erased." And then she struck. Lightning-fast, she cleaved the air with a blade of condensed water. Hermes barely parried. Waves erupted from every blow, power folding into each clash. The lagoon turned into a battlefield of spiraling currents and crashing wills. Aquafina fought with divine precision, drawing strength from every droplet around her. But Hermes, the Prophet, danced on the edge of her assault, reading fate in the chaos, countering each divine strike with prophecy-fueled instinct. The battle pushed her. Hard. She was a goddess—but Hermes was the chosen one.