Higher Realms - Alacrity Galactic Alliance Central Command Planet Koris - High Council Senate Chamber
High Chancellor Zachaelix Damon raised his hand from the central floating platform, his voice carrying authority across the chamber. "Order! We must maintain decorum in these proceedings."
The vast chamber fell silent as representatives from countless Higher Realm worlds turned their attention to the matter at hand. Today's heated debate centered around a contentious issue: the fate of the Lower Realms once governed by the now-fallen Saiyan Empire.
A decade had passed since the devastating war against the Corrupted—a conflict that had claimed the mighty Saiyan Empire, the greatest military force in the Alliance. By decree of the True Gods of Alacrity, these Lower Realms had been placed under the Chancellor's stewardship until either a survivor of the Saiyan Empire was found or 10,000 years had elapsed.
Behind the High Council operated the True God Council, an organization that emerged only in times of dire crisis. When the Saiyan Empire fell, this secretive body was forced to reveal five of their True Gods to prevent chaos and deter opportunistic attacks from non-allied Higher Realms. Each Higher Realm maintained their own contingent of True Gods, though their numbers remained a closely guarded secret—a deterrent that none dared question.
In the heart of Koris, the capital planet, stood a towering monument—a testament to the Saiyan Race, the fearless warriors who had saved countless lives and earned the respect of both allies and enemies alike. They were the race of the Saiyan God himself, the founder of Alacrity. The monument marked what became known as Retribution Day, when good triumphed over evil at the ultimate cost.
Chancellor Damon had struggled with the overwhelming responsibility of managing the Saiyan Empire's former territories. Despite his best efforts, his forces could only effectively oversee half of these Lower Realms. The True Gods, though now more visible, remained primarily hidden as per the guidelines established by their leader, the ascended Saiyan God.
Senator Elrod of the High Elves of Planet Elarael rose from his seat, his voice smooth but his intentions clear. "Honorable Chancellor, we cannot ignore the strain on our resources. I propose we distribute the management of these Lower Realms among capable member worlds."
Senator Elena Wraith of the High Dark Elves immediately stood, her violet eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "This is preposterous! The decree of the True God Council is absolute. We must complete our search for survivors before even considering such measures. Or do you suggest we defy their direct orders, Senator Elrod?"
The tension in the chamber grew palpable as more senators rose to join the debate. Chancellor Damon's stern gaze swept across the assembly.
"If I may address the chamber," a new voice rang out. Senator Theron of the Crystal World, Aethelspark stood, his crystalline form catching the chamber's light. "While I understand Senator Elrod's concerns about resource management, we must remember the debt we owe to the Saiyan Empire. Their sacrifice saved not just their own Lower Realms, but all of Alacrity."
Chancellor Damon nodded gravely. "Indeed. And let us not forget that many of these Lower Realms still maintain defense systems and protocols established by the Saiyan Empire. Hasty redistribution could destabilize these carefully balanced systems."
"With all due respect, Chancellor," Senator Elrod persisted, his voice cold, "ten years have passed. How many resources are we wasting searching for survivors that likely don't exist?"
A heavy silence descended upon the chamber.
"If I may," a melodious voice cut through the tension. Senator Mayah of Azureus rose gracefully from her floating platform. Her clear eyes swept across the chamber, her features reflecting her oceanic homeworld.
"Chancellor, while I respect the Empire's legacy, Senator Elrod raises valid concerns," she said, in a diplomatic tone. "The reality we face is stark. The anomaly where Planet Sadala once stood remains impenetrable to our most advanced fleets. While the search for survivors honors their sacrifice, we must consider the practical implications."
She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "If we do find a survivor - what then? Should vast territories and countless lives be entrusted to them based solely on lineage? And if there are no survivors, as evidence increasingly suggests, can we justify leaving these Lower Realms without proper guidance for more than a millennia? Our responsibility to protect shouldn't be overshadowed by sentiment, however noble."
"Enough!" The sharp tap of a cane echoed through the chamber as Senator Verin of Scalehold Dominion rose from his seat, his elderly frame supported by a young aide at his side. His draconic features, a testament to his heritage, caught the chamber's light as he fixed Senator Mayah with a stern gaze.
"You speak of practical implications, but let me remind the chamber of something far more practical," his gravelly voice carried weight earned through centuries of experience. "The Saiyan God gave my people sanctuary when the Ancient Dragon God Domain cast us out for being 'impure.' They called us half-breeds, lesser beings, simply because some of our ancestors chose love over racial purity."
Senator Verin's scaled hand gripped his cane tighter, his eyes blazing with conviction. "The Saiyan Empire didn't just give us a world to call home - they gave us dignity, protection, and a chance to prove ourselves. Today, our Scalehold Dominion stands proud, our warriors capable of driving back even the most arrogant pure-blood Dragon race experts who dare challenge us."
He swept his gaze across the chamber, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "And I know our race wasn't the only one they helped. So forgive me if I find it somewhat ironic that we're debating whether to honor their legacy, when many here owe our very existence to their wisdom and compassion."
"Well said, Senator Verin," Senator Khaleg rose gracefully, his massive wings unfurling impressively as his floating platform ascended. His sharp eyes fixed on Senator Mayah. "Perhaps you've forgotten, Senator Mayah, but wasn't it War Empress Gula herself who saved your world from collapse?"
Senator Mayah's expression hardened. "Ancient history has no bearing on our current situation."
"No bearing?" Senator Khaleg's voice thundered across the chamber, his wings spreading wider as his killing intent filled the space. "You stand here today because of Saiyan Commander Frisee's intervention. When your world was tearing itself apart in civil war, you personally begged the Saiyan Empire for help. They intervened, despite their policy against meddling in internal conflicts, only because our Council feared the destabilization of our realm. And now you covet their territories? Your ingratitude is shocking, Senator."
Before Senator Mayah could unleash her brewing rage, a sharp clap cut through the tension. Senator Augus of Planet Aurumar rose on his platform, his perfectly tailored attire and diplomatic demeanor drawing all eyes. Keen observers noted how Senator Mayah's anger seemed to dissipate at his appearance.
"My esteemed colleagues," Senator Augus began, "while we all acknowledge the Saiyan Empire's tremendous contributions, we must address the practical challenges before us. The Lower Realms are vulnerable - our Chancellor, despite his best efforts, can only effectively oversee half of these territories. Should pirates or our enemies exploit these gaps, the consequences would be severe." He turned to face the Chancellor, his smile warm but calculating. "And even if we do find a survivor - how could a single Saiyan, potentially weakened and untrained, govern such vast territories? Wouldn't it be more prudent to distribute these realms among capable members now? Any survivor could be granted a manageable portion to oversee, with proper support and training."
Murmurs erupted in the chamber. A gravelly voice cut through the noise as Senator Kral of the High Dwarven race of Planet Abrel rose, his scarred face a testament to countless battles. "What does it matter if we find a supposedly weak Saiyan survivor? The Saiyan race's potential is legendary—even their weakest members grow into powerhouses given time. And we're certainly strong enough to guide and support them along the way. But there's something else that interests me, Senator Augus. I find it curious that your world's merchant fleets have been particularly active near these 'unprotected' Lower Realms. Almost as if they're waiting for an opportunity."
Senator Augus's diplomatic smile faltered slightly, his posture stiffening as whispers rippled through the chamber. Several senators leaned forward in their seats, their attention now on the two Senators as they sensed the mounting tension. Through gritted teeth, Augus stated, "I fail to see the relevance—"
"The relevance," Senator Kral continued, his voice growing harder, "is that my fleet intercepted three unauthorized survey vessels last month. Vessels bearing Aurumari registration codes. And now you come before us to with this proposal. Care to explain that?"
Before Senator Augus could respond, Senator Lyra of Planet Serodia rose to her feet. "I must corroborate Senator Kral's statement. Our sensor nets have detected similar unauthorized vessels in our sector—ships using masked identification codes and showing particular interest in the former Saiyan Empire trade routes."
Senator Mayah attempted to interject, but Senator Elena Wraith's cutting voice silenced her. "Let's speak plainly. This isn't about resource management or protection. This is about certain powers trying to carve up the Saiyan Empire's territories for their own profit!"
The chamber erupted in accusations and counter-accusations. Chancellor Damon's attempts to restore order were drowned out by the growing chaos.
Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the chamber. The air itself seemed to grow heavy, and many senators found themselves struggling to remain standing. A figure materialized in the center of the chamber - tall, radiating power that made even the most composed senators step back.
True God Torgen had arrived, his presence commanding immediate silence. His voice, when it came, resonated with authority. "The Higher Realms grow restless, yet you waste time with petty political maneuvering."
His gaze swept the chamber, causing several senators to flinch. "The decree stands. Any attempt to circumvent it will be dealt with... severely. You may have forgotten the price the Saiyans paid for our survival, but we have not. Cease this bickering at once—or shall I remind you why the True Gods chose to honor their sacrifice?"
The pressure intensified briefly, driving home his point, before subsiding. "Chancellor, continue your oversight until the search for survivors concludes or 10,000 years have passed. The rest of you—return to your duties. We have more pressing matters to address, such as locating and identifying the fledgling Primordial God. And remember: we are watching."
With those words, True God Torgen vanished, leaving a chamber of shaken senators and a very clear message: the matter was closed for discussion.
Chancellor Damon seized this opportunity. "I move that we table this discussion until the scheduled review in 10,000 years' time. At that point, we will have gathered concrete data about both potential survivors and our resource allocation efficiency. All in favor?"
Hands rose in waves across the chamber—first the older races, followed by the younger representatives, some with visible reluctance. Senator Mayah's webbed hand remained pointedly lowered, while Senator Augus raised his with a diplomatic smile that failed to mask the coldness in his eyes. As the session concluded, furtive glances exchanged between certain senators made it clear this matter was far from settled.
"This session is adjourned," Chancellor Damon declared, his voice brooking no argument. "All senators are to return to their respective worlds. Dismissed."
As the chamber emptied amid worried murmurs and hurried footsteps, Chancellor Damon maintained his composed demeanor. Only when the last senator had departed did he allow his shoulders to relax slightly. He made his way to his private office, nodding curtly to the guards who stood at attention.
Once inside, he activated his office's privacy shields - cutting-edge technology that blocked all forms of surveillance. His eyes swept the room one final time before he pressed a seemingly ordinary ornament on his desk. Reality shifted around him, and in an instant, he found himself in the central platform of a vast circular chamber in a hidden dimension.
Thirteen magnificent thrones arranged in a perfect circle looking down on this platform dominated the space, each radiating power that would overwhelm lesser beings. Twelve of these thrones were occupied by figures whose mere presence distorted the fabric of reality - the True Gods of Alacrity. The thirteenth throne, bearing the symbol of the Saiyan God, stood empty as it had for the past ten years.
"Welcome, Chancellor," True God Torgen's voice echoed through the chamber. "I trust the political theater served its purpose?"
"Indeed," Damon replied, standing at center of the platform facing them. "They were exactly as we predicted."
True God Lyra, leaned forward, her voice disappointed. "To think it only took ten years for them to show their ugly heads."
"And what of the other matter?" True God Kael's deep voice resonated. "His exact location..."
"I have deployed scouts to locate the exact Lower Realm and figure out if there are any time discrepancy between us and that lower realm," Damon responded, his eyes fixed on the empty throne. "Though I must admit, maintaining this charade grows more challenging. The younger races grow bold in their ambitions."
"Let them scheme," True God Serena's melodious voice carried a note of amusement. "Their petty political maneuverings provide the perfect cover for what's to come. While they fixate on territories and resources, we prepare for our new brother's ascension to the throne. And these voices merely help us identify whom we must punish in the future."
"With all due respect," Damon spoke gravely to the True Gods, "we cannot ignore these developments. Several ambitious senators—particularly Senator Augus—have been testing the borders of these unprotected realms. Though our forces can handle the political maneuvering, our resources are spread thin across the former Saiyan Empire's vast territories. My intelligence network has revealed troubling patterns, increasing amounts of unauthorized survey vessels in restricted zones and reports of clandestine meetings between various parties."
"Damon," True God Voros interjected, divine energy crackling around his form like lightning, "since when did the Chancellor of the Alacrity Alliance concern himself with mere rumors?"
"When these rumors paint a pattern too dangerous to ignore," Damon replied firmly, meeting the True God's gaze. "My sources have confirmed that Senators Augus, Elrod, and Mayah are actively working to destabilize our current arrangement. They've been approaching younger, more ambitious senators with promises of territory and resources. But what truly alarms me are the murmurs suggesting Senator Augus has established connections with the Frost Nebula Pirates. If they're willing to ally with outlaws to achieve their goals, we must take action."
"What Damon says is troubling," True God Kyron's deep voice resonated through the chamber as his ancient eyes fixed on the empty throne. "Ten years have passed since our brother's ascension, and in that time we failed to protect his realm and people. Now we face an unprecedented situation—a survivor whose power has grown beyond our expectations, yet we must keep this knowledge hidden for both his safety and the stability of the Higher Realms. According to Sister Saranita's future sight, the Higher Realms will grow increasingly unstable. In times like these, our priority must be maintaining order, not allowing opportunistic factions to dismember these territories. This is especially crucial since great warriors have risen from those very Lower Realms. The Saiyan legacy must remain intact until our new brother is ready to take his rightful place among us."
A heavy silence fell over the chamber as all eyes turned to the empty throne. The symbol of the Saiyan God seemed to pulse with an inner light, as if responding to their discussion.
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"Both Serena and Kyron are correct," True God Aegis spoke, tapping his cane. "Let their political games continue. It provides the perfect smokescreen for our true concerns and movements. While you and other Senators can squash their political move, at the same time let's send out an elite covert team to monitor the pirates and make a statement out of them and send a clear message."
True God Lyra's eyes narrowed. "The pirates are not our true concern, Aegis—you know that. Deploying our elites to monitor trash is inadvisable. However..." She turned to address her fellow Gods, "I do agree we should remind them why crossing certain boundaries carries... consequences. The Saintess of Nevar could prove... useful in this matter."
"The Saintess?" True God Marda straightened in her throne, her expression grave. "You suggest we involve that group? Need I remind you that their very existence poses a potential threat? What began as a small gathering of Android War survivors has evolved into a formidable army operating in the shadows."
"An army?" Damon exclaimed in disbelief. "How is it possible that such a force exists without my knowledge? Why wasn't I informed?"
A heavy silence descended upon the chamber, broken only by True God Saranita's measured voice. Her eyes concealed behind an ancient blindfold, her presence filled the entire space. "You weren't informed, Chancellor, because this knowledge wasn't yours to possess. More importantly, this army isn't yours to command."
Damon gathered his courage, choosing his words carefully. "With all due respect, my Lords, such a force could be invaluable in maintaining order across the realms. Surely—"
"You misunderstand," Saranita cut him off firmly. "These warriors, though part of Alacrity, became mercenaries after losing their worlds and loved ones. Having nothing left to lose, they follow only causes they believe in. While once scattered and leaderless, they now serve a higher purpose—they await the return of the Hero of the Android War. A Saintess has emerged on Nevar who shares my gift of Prophecy. Through her visions, she has foreseen his return and a great battle—another Great War where he will fight once more. Through this prophecy, she has united not only the survivors of the worlds destroyed but also countless others whose lives were touched by our new brother's sacrifices during the Great Android War."
True God Amina leaned forward, her ethereal voice thoughtful. "Yet her gift appears incomplete. If her abilities were fully realized, she would have recognized that the Primordial God signature that we all felt, originates from the very hero her followers await."
Saranita turned to Lyra, understanding dawning in her expression. "Is this your true intention? To bring them back into the fold by revealing that their fallen Hero hasn't merely survived, but has transcended beyond anyone's expectations, becoming a new Primordial God?"
"Precisely. These warriors are already part of our cause—they just don't know it yet," Lyra said with quiet certainty. "When they learn this truth, they will work with us. And their current position as mercenaries of Nevar gives us perfect deniability for handling our immediate concerns."
"And what of the risks?" True God Voros interjected, divine energy crackling visibly around his imposing form. "If word of his ascension spreads prematurely, it could draw unwanted attention before he is ready."
"It won't," Saranita stated confidently. "These warriors have proven themselves discreet. Even our extensive intelligence network couldn't track their movements until my visions revealed them—their secretive methods, how they used their Saintess's ability to stay ahead. They truly understand the value of secrets."
"Very Well," Voros conceded, leaning back in his throne. "We'll proceed as planned - announcing him as a True God Emperor. His status as a Primordial God remains classified until he has mastered his newfound powers."
The True Gods nodded in solemn agreement. This had been their consensus since discovering the source of the mysterious Primordial energy signature.
"Have we considered his wishes in this matter?" True God Devan's thoughtful voice broke the silence.
"What do you mean, brother?" Amina asked, turning to face him.
"We've made these decisions to protect him, certainly," Devan replied with a knowing smile. "But that child has always been unpredictable. now that he's recovered… what if his rebellious nature returns as well?"
A wave of warm, chuckles rippled through the assembly as memories surfaced.
"That little troublemaker," Saranita remarked fondly, touching her blindfold. "No matter how many times I or Gula disciplined him, he never stopped trying to peek behind this. Always so curious about my eyes"
"His curiosity was boundless," Laris added with a bright laugh. "You know what? I'm actually looking forward to having him as our brother more now. It will be like having a spirited younger sibling to tease."
Amused smirks spread across the faces of the assembled True Gods, each remembering their own encounters with young Orach's mischievous antics.
Lower Realm-Earth
Meanwhile on Earth, Orach now back in the States was enjoying a peaceful garden walk with Diana, hand in hand. Suddenly, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine, causing him to shiver. Diana noticed his reaction with concern, but the sensation vanished as quickly as it had come. Not wanting to worry her, Orach smiled reassuringly and continued their walk, though he made a mental note to visit the Void Sentinel later for a thorough scan.
Higher Realm - Special Dimension of the Alacrity True Gods.
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"Alright, alright! While reminiscing about the past is pleasant," Aegis's authoritative voice as the oldest brought focus back to the matter at hand, "we should address Devan's question. Brother, we will certainly consider his wishes when we meet him. However, as his elders, we bear the responsibility of protecting him. Revealing his true nature prematurely, before he has full control over his new form and powers, could endanger both him and the stability of the higher realms."
"I understand," Devan's voice carried a hint of resignation. "Though I wish we could bring him back sooner..."
"We all do," Voros said, looking solemnly at the empty throne. "His return would help fill the void his Grandfather left. Knowing him, the Lower Realms would flourish under his guidance. But we are bound here—our presence is needed to maintain stability and protect Alacrity. And without knowing his exact location, we must respect the Overlord of Death's counsel."
"To think that brat has found a family at last," Amina's smile radiated warmth. "If Gula were here and knew, she would be overjoyed. After everything he endured, he deserves this happiness. We've waited ten years for news of him—we can wait a while longer for him to settle his affairs before ascending."
Lyra's thoughtful voice broke through the contemplative silence. "Perhaps we can accelerate his return without forcing his hand. Once we inform the Saintess of Nevar about him, they will undoubtedly send scouts to verify our claims. If they choose the right messenger—someone who can truly reach him—they might succeed where we cannot, inspiring him to return of his own accord."
"That... could work," Marda mused, leaning forward in her throne.
"The idea has potential," Kael observed, "though we have limited control over their actions or knowledge of their ranks. Much would depend on chance."
Torgen's fingers danced across his throne's terminal, projecting images of the Young Heavenly Emperors. "Perhaps we may not even need to do anything. There's more to consider. The other six are already in play. The Blood Princess's personal fleet is presently visiting the Demiplanes, while Adirosas and Aurelia were spotted emerging from a portal bearing Lower Realm energy signatures. They've likely known his rough location longer than we have. Remember, Sister Saranita couldn't track him until the Primordial signature manifested."
"Those clever brats," Lyra chuckled, though her voice held a note of envy. "Already finding ways to descend to the lower realms..."
Saranita shared her amusement. "I understand the feeling. Our power makes it difficult for us to descend, but they, as Emperors, still have options we no longer do. Let them meet him first—if they can convince him to ascend sooner, all the better."
"While I agree," Devan added thoughtfully, "we must monitor their visits carefully. Each of the Seven are troublemakers in their own right. Especially that young one from Mandala - his cursed physique makes him a walking catastrophe."
A collective shudder passed through the chamber. Even Damon, who had maintained his silence until now, felt a chill as the True Gods recalled how that seemingly innocent youth could transform any situation into utter chaos through his innate abilities.
"We should be grateful," Kyron remarked solemnly, "that he possesses such a gentle heart and considers Orach his brother. Even though he may not match our power, his abilities make him a truly formidable force."
The assembly nodded in agreement. The Seven had earned their reputation as skilled pranksters, particularly when defending one of their own. Their creative use of their Mandalan friend's unique physique had earned them such notoriety that even the most powerful beings gave them a wide berth. Fortunately, they were good-natured youths who only retaliated when provoked.
"Then it's decided," Aegis declared, bringing focus back to their primary concern. "Damon will proceed with the arrangements, and Saranita will handle negotiations with Nevar. However," he turned to Saranita, "I suggest traveling incognito. Damon can arrange suitable diplomatic transport."
"Agreed," Saranita nodded firmly.
"Any objections?" Aegis surveyed his fellow True Gods.
Finding none, he addressed Damon. "Please make the necessary arrangements."
"As you command, your excellencies," Damon bowed, but remained in place, his expression troubled.
Lyra leaned forward, noting his hesitation. "Something troubles you, Damon?"
Damon raised his head, meeting her gaze. "I acknowledge his remarkable contributions during the Android War. But afterward, he fell into stagnation, yet now he has achieved the impossible by becoming a Primordial God. What puzzles me is why you and the people of Nevar kept such unwavering faith in him all this time. What did you see that the rest of us missed?"
The True Gods exchanged knowing glances, their faces bearing subtle smiles. Lyra leaned forward, "Damon, do you recall the phenomenon that occurred at the end of the Android War?"
"Of course," Damon replied, his expression grave. "The boy's resonance touched every corner of the Higher Realm. His voice, his emotions - they reached us all. It's what made him a legend."
Lyra's expression turned solemn. "What remained hidden was that this phenomenon triggered something far more significant - a primal chaos manifestation."
"What?" Damon's eyes widened in disbelief.
Lyra glanced at Saranita, who nodded slowly. "During his year-long coma, Saranita attempted to help him using her sight. But what she encountered..." Lyra paused, her voice growing quiet. "The vision showed such pure chaos that it sent even Saranita into a months-long coma."
"When I finally awoke," Saranita interjected softly, "I remembered fragments of what I saw. Within the roaring primal chaos lay something extraordinary—and terrifying. Nine pairs of eyes gazed down at me with pure, unadulterated fury. Their message was clear: I was not meant to look further. The power I glimpsed was beyond comprehension. After that we knew then that the Saiyan Prince would return to glory, it was only a matter of time, though none of us imagined it would be as a Primordial God."
"We kept this classified," Lyra continued. "If word had spread that a power capable of overwhelming one of us existed within him, it could have caused widespread panic. We simply watched, waited, and protected him from afar... until—" she gritted her teeth, her killing intent flaring—"Sevich's attack."
Damon stood silent for a moment, processing this revelation. Finally, he bowed deeply. "I understand now. You have my word - this information dies with me. When he ascends, he will have my full support and that of my forces. This I vow."
Outside the dimension, the skies of Koris darkened as lightning crackled through the heavens, nature itself seeming to acknowledge his solemn vow.
The True Gods nodded in satisfaction. "You may go now, Damon," Aegis commanded quietly.
Reality shifted around him, and Damon found himself back in his office, where he spent the next several hours making preparations, his mind still processing the weight of what he had learned.
Outer Rim of Alacrity—Planet Nevar, City of Crion—The Following Day
In the luxurious mansion of Governor Nelius, two figures rested peacefully in one of the guest chambers. Soft lighting bathed the intimate scene. The shorter woman had striking features—dark wings folded against her back, short black hair framing pale skin, and a voluptuous figure. Her partner, taller and more slender with elegant curves, had flowing blonde hair and a distinctive tail that curled protectively around them both in sleep. Their bodies still bore evidence of their passionate night—glistening skin and tender marks. The serene moment broke as the taller woman began to stir restlessly, her face contorting with troubled emotions.
Voices echoed through her dreams, each carrying the weight of desperate final moments of brave souls who fought in the Great Android War. As these haunting voices faded, her vision shifted to a scene of cosmic devastation. Entire worlds in various states of destruction - some aflame, others frozen at the moment of their annihilation. At the epicenter of this galactic catastrophe, two titans clashed in a battle that defied comprehension.
The first figure, clearly caught off-guard, faced a terrifying opponent - a being wreathed in swirling, primordial chaos that illuminated the surrounding space. Despite missing an arm and leg, its crystal-covered armor still gleamed as it launched a desperate sword strike with its remaining limb.
A blinding flash erupted as the attack collided, jarring the taller woman awake. She bolted upright, gasping for breath, her mind reeling from the vivid vision.
"These visions..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why won't they let me be? Is this my punishment until I find it in my heart to forgive him?"
"Cecilia?" The shorter woman stirred, immediately alert at her partner's distress. "What's wrong, love?"
Without hesitation, she pulled Cecilia into a protective embrace, her wings instinctively wrapping around them both. "Shh, you're safe. I'm here, my love. It's alright now."
Cecilia melted into the embrace, drawing strength from Val's steady presence. After a moment, Val spoke softly, "The visions are getting stronger, aren't they? We should consult your grandmother about this."
"These aren't mere simple visions, Val," Cecilia replied, meeting her partner's concerned gaze. "They're fragments from the final day of the war. Every emotion, every word... they resonate with a truth I can't deny. But why? Why am I being shown these specific moments?"
"Cecilia..." Val's voice was gentle but firm. "Even if these visions show real events—and given your abilities, that's quite likely—we still need guidance. The sheer power you've described surpasses anything in recorded history. Yes, you're the Saintess, but you're still learning to harness your gift. We need to understand what these visions mean and why they're becoming more frequent now."
Cecilia reached up, cupping Val's face between her hands. Their foreheads touched, a moment of peaceful connection before she pulled away with a deep breath. "Something's different now. The visions are clearer, showing me details I never noticed before." Her eyes widened with sudden realization. "Perhaps... perhaps my power is trying to reveal something crucial. Something that will help me serve his cause better."
"Cecilia..." Val's voice carried a note of concern.
A sad smile crossed Cecilia's face. "I know what you're thinking, but I chose this path." She turned to gaze out at Nevar's clear skies. "For years, I carried nothing but hatred. I resented him, resented that he survived while others..." her voice cracked, "while my father didn't."
"Your father was a hero, Cecilia," Val said softly, running a comforting hand along her partner's back. "He died protecting what he believed in."
Cecilia nodded slowly. "The pain of losing him—of watching our homeworld burn—it doesn't simply fade away. When I learned he'd fallen into a coma, my younger self felt vindicated. When he awakened, I cursed the Primordial Gods. His fall from grace seemed like divine justice at the time." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "But instead of finding others celebrating his downfall, I discovered fellow survivors—people who had lost everything—mourning their fallen hero. Now, after all these years, I think I finally understand. These visions are showing me the true depth of his sacrifice. He wasn't just a warrior, but a victim of circumstance, fighting battles none of us truly understood."
"Perhaps that's exactly why the Primordial Gods blessed you with these visions," Val suggested. "Not just to unite the displaced, but to help you see the complete truth of the war. To heal."
Cecilia's expression hardened with determination. "Whether that's true or not, I know this power serves a greater purpose. We must unite all who lost something in the war, prepare them for the coming storm. The great war approaches, and we must be ready... with or without him."
"Don't lose hope," Val urged, gently turning Cecilia's face toward her. "He will return. That belief has given us strength, united so many, built our network, created our army. We must hold onto that faith."
A wry smile touched Cecilia's lips. "You should have been the one blessed with these gifts, Val. Your faith in him never wavered."
Val shook her head firmly. "No. These gifts found their rightful bearer. Your ability to unite people, to inspire hope—that's what we need. This time, we won't simply rely on brave souls like your father or the Saiyan prince. When the time comes, we'll stand together, united under your leadership, fighting alongside him."
Cecilia squeezed Val's hand, but her expression remained troubled. She carried a burden she couldn't share - glimpses of possible futures too terrible to voice. It was why she'd accepted the Governor's offer to stay in this mansion. Some preparations needed to be made, just in case she failed to prevent the darker visions from becoming reality.
Rising from bed, they shared a quiet shower before preparing for the day ahead. Val donned her armor and spear, while Cecilia chose a sharp red blazer and pants combination over a crisp white shirt. She pulled her blonde hair into a neat ponytail, projecting the confidence expected of the Saintess. Together, they headed to join the Governor's family for breakfast, ready to face another day of leading their growing movement.
"Good morning, Saintess! Head Knight!" Governor Nelius's son Sineas greeted them warmly as they entered the dining room. His eyes lingered on Val a moment too long, something Cecilia noted with quiet amusement. She had already long noticed his infatuation and considered it as a potential tactical advantage, should the need ever arise.
"Good morning, Sineas," Cecilia replied graciously, while Val offered a polite nod.
Lady Niarin watched the interaction with visible concern. As the experienced Governor's wife, she was well aware of her son's inappropriate attraction to the Head Knight, and equally conscious of Val and Cecilia's committed relationship. "Please, both of you, take your seats," she intervened smoothly. "My husband will join us shortly."
"Good morning, Lady Niarin," Cecilia and Val responded in unison, bowing respectfully before taking their places at the table.
Moments later, Governor Nelius arrived, a service droid trailing behind him. His expression was unusually serious as he took his seat at the head of the table. "Saintess, I'm glad to find you here. There's a matter we need to discuss."
As the servants prepared their breakfast plates, Cecilia gave a pleasant smile, though her eyes sharpened with interest. "Oh? Please, do tell, Governor."
"We'll be receiving a visitor soon," he began carefully. "Someone who has specifically requested an audience with you. They claim to have... knowledge of your abilities."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Val's hand tightened on her spear, but Cecilia raised a calming hand. Her expression had turned grave. "I suppose it was inevitable that others would learn of my existence. The real question is how much they know and what their intentions are. Tell me, Governor, who is this visitor?"
Nelius sighed, his fingers drumming briefly on the table. "Someone... rather unexpected. But I assure you, they mean no harm. In fact," he paused meaningfully, "they've expressed interest in taking you as their disciple."
Cecilia shot to her feet, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You can't mean... another seer?"
"Yes," the Governor confirmed with a nod. "And an extremely powerful one at that."
"Cecilia, this could be incredible!" Val's face lit up with genuine excitement, her smile causing Sineas to stare once again. Lady Niarin quickly pinched her son's thigh under the table, forcing him to look away. She sighed inwardly at her son's obvious infatuation. 'What am I going to do with this boy?'
"I see," Cecilia said thoughtfully as she settled back in her seat. After a moment of reflection, she nodded. "I look forward to meeting them."
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"Let's focus on enjoying our breakfast for now," Lady Niarin said warmly. "We can address other matters afterward."
After their meal, Cecilia and Val donned their cloaks and made their way through the town. Taking careful precautions to ensure they weren't followed, they eventually blended into the crowds before reaching their hidden base. As they entered, the guards swiftly sealed the entrance behind them, activating a sophisticated holographic camouflage that rendered the doorway invisible from the outside. Inside, a dozen warriors, who had been either engaged in discussion or relaxing at the central bar, immediately stood and knelt in respect.
"Welcome, Saintess, Head Knight," they said in unison.
"Please rise," Cecilia said with a gentle smile. "It's good to see you all in high spirits."
A warrior stepped forward and bowed. "Saintess, the commanders await you below. Please, follow me."
The warrior led them to what appeared to be a ordinary wall. With practiced movements, he traced a complex pattern across its surface. The wall dissolved with a soft hiss, revealing a hidden elevator. They descended to a dimly lit command center, where a massive holographic display dominated the room. The tactical screen showed clusters of blue markers engaging red hostile forces, while operators coordinated movements and relayed commands to their forces in the field.
Cecilia and Val made their way to the central command post, receiving respectful nods from the personnel as they passed. Once a series of orders had been completed, Cecilia addressed the commander. "Status report, Commander Tyrus?"
"Saintess, we're glad to have you here," Tyrus responded, his expression grave. "One of our operatives encountered trouble while on assignment in the old Saiyan Empire territory, specifically in the lower realm." With a gesture, he brought up a detailed map of the Anon system, followed by images of ships bearing a familiar emblem.
"Frost Nebula pirates," Cecilia said, her eyes narrowing. "Have we deployed adequate reinforcements?"
"Affirmative. Two Endive-class ships have engaged their battleships. Their superior speed and maneuverability should be more than sufficient to handle the threat."
On the tactical display, they watched as their forces executed a precise assault. Ground troops, supported by orbital bombardment, caught the enemy by surprise and quickly gained the upper hand. In space, their Endive-class vessels wove through the enemy formation, their energy weapons cutting through the pirate cruisers with surgical precision.
"The frequency of these incursions is increasing," Cecilia observed thoughtfully.
"It's to be expected," Val commented, studying the tactical display. "Ten years have passed since the Saiyan Empire's fall. The Alacrity forces simply can't maintain effective control over such vast territories."
Vice Commander Royrus approached with a grim expression. "Head Knight speaks truth, but there's worse news. Our intelligence network reports a major fleet movement from the Nebula. They're heading toward Anon, traveling at warp 2 to avoid detection by Alacrity patrols. Expected arrival, two days. Their fleet consists of 30 vessels - 5 warships, 20 assault cruisers, 3 recon vessels, and..." he paused, his jaw tightening, "2 light cruisers, likely intended for slave transport from the planets they plan to raid."
A heavy silence fell over the command center. Everyone present understood the gravity of their situation. Their organization, while growing stronger each day, still operated in secrecy and even used the Saintess's foresight to stay ahead, preparing for the prophesied Great War and the return of their Hero. Engaging such a large pirate fleet would require committing significant forces, potentially exposing their existence before they were ready.
All eyes turned to Cecilia, awaiting her decision. She lowered her head slightly, blonde bangs partially obscuring her eyes as she contemplated their options. In her mind, she recalled the visions that had led to the formation of their movement - not just to provide sanctuary for the displaced, but to give them purpose, strength, and hope. They had sworn to never again experience the helplessness they felt during the Android War, when they couldn't support the ten heroes who sacrificed everything for their survival.
'These territories rightfully belong to him,' Cecilia thought, her resolve strengthening. 'As the last Saiyan prince's loyal followers, we cannot stand idle while these pirates prey on innocent lives. I've built this force to support him in the coming war, and knowing him through those visions, I know what we must do...'
She raised her head, her crimson eyes blazing with determination. "Commander Tyrus, prepare our forces. We will not allow these pirates to terrorize innocent civilians in territories that rightfully belong to our Hero. Have the Endive-class ships maintain their current engagement while we mobilize our main fleet."
"Saintess," Val stepped forward, her voice carrying a note of concern, "engaging such a large force risks exposing our existence."
Cecilia turned to her trusted Head Knight with a gentle smile. "Sometimes, Val, the greatest risk is taking no risk at all. Our Hero didn't hesitate to sacrifice everything to save us during the Android War. How can we expect to stand before him upon his return and ask to be accepted as his forces, his warriors in the upcoming war, if we hesitate now when innocent lives are at stake?"
She turned back to address the command center. "Deploy our stealth cruisers first to gather detailed intel on the pirate fleet's formation and weaknesses. Meanwhile, assemble our main battle group and have them ready to launch within twelve hours. Also, send encrypted message to the border patrol—they must deploy ahead of us. We'll coordinate with local defense forces—they'll serve as a decoy while we execute a pincer movement from behind celestial bodies. This should keep us undetected, but if we're spotted, the fleet will scatter and regroup at location Alpha 312."
The command center staff stood as one, their faces set with fierce determination. They bowed deeply to Cecilia, their respect evident in every movement. This was no mere show of protocol—they genuinely believed in their Saintess, chosen by the Primordial Gods to guide them until their Hero's return.
Commander Tyrus straightened and saluted. "It shall be done, Saintess. May I suggest deploying our new prototype shield generators? They would help minimize civilian casualties if we engage in planetary combat. We can program them to self-destruct afterward, eliminating any possibility of Alacrity forces tracing them to us."
"Excellent suggestion, Commander. Make it happen." Cecilia's voice carried an authority that energized everyone in the room. "Remember everyone, we're not just fighting pirates today. We're showing the Lower Realms once were protected by the mighty Saiyan Empire, that even in his absence, his territories remain protected. For the Hero!"
"For the Hero!" the command center echoed in unison, their voices filled with purpose and determination.
Across different sectors of Alacrity, undercover operatives received a covert activation signal. Though initially startled, their expressions quickly hardened with resolve as they discreetly made their way to the designated rendezvous points, careful to avoid detection by Alacrity forces. Each operative reviewed their mission details and the recording of their Saintess's words, their determination growing as they prepared to prove themselves worthy of serving their Hero in this first-ever official deployment.
After another hour with the commanders finalizing deployment plans, Cecilia and Val returned to the Governor's mansion. There, they prepared for their expected guest while monitoring incoming reports from their mobilizing forces.
Ten hours later, the sky above Nevar lit up as an Alacrity diplomatic Banner-class cruiser, flanked by two battle cruisers, emerged from warp. After confirming their landing coordinates, the diplomatic vessel and one battle cruiser began their descent while the other maintained orbital position. The imposing vessels drew attention as they approached - the battle cruiser taking up a defensive position above the city while the diplomatic vessel landed at its designated spot.
Governor Nelius stood waiting to greet what his staff believed was an Envoy of the High Council. In truth, only he and his wife knew their guest's true identity - a member of the Shadow Council, an undisclosed True God. Since the Saiyan Empire's fall, only five True Gods had emerged to stabilize the situation. None knew if Alacrity had more in reserve, not even the citizens of the Higher Realm.
The appearance of a new True God both reassured and terrified the Governor. Their knowledge of the Saintess suggested his careful measures to protect the growing movement might have been transparent from the start. Though he hadn't shared these fears with the Saintess, only confiding in his wife Niarin, his honor demanded he face whatever came.
As the ship's hatch opened with a soft hiss and the boarding ramp descended, a hooded figure emerged, accompanied by a service droid and an officer. Each step the figure took sent waves of pressure through the assembly.
The Governor trembled, not fully comprehending this overwhelming pressure. Glancing around, he saw his wife and officials struggling against the invisible force. Despite their discomfort—faces beaded with sweat and teeth gritted in determination—they stood proud, determined to maintain the dignity of both their positions and their lord.
Moved by their loyalty, the Governor steadied himself, channeling his Ki. Drawing on his strength as a King-rank cultivator, he stepped forward and bowed. "Welcome, envoys. It is our honor to host you on Nevar."
As he straightened, he caught a fleeting smile on the female officer's face before it vanished behind her professional demeanor.
"Impressive, Governor," the hooded figure spoke, their voice both kind and ethereal. The crushing pressure lifted, leaving everyone breathing easier. "Not just you, but your entire entourage shows remarkable loyalty and fortitude in the face of my silent pressure."
"You honor us, envoy. I am blessed with exceptional subordinates, particularly my wife," the Governor replied, genuine pride in his voice.
Lady Niarin stepped forward with a graceful bow, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Greetings, envoy. We are humbled by your presence on Nevar."
"In another life, you might have been my disciple," the hooded figure mused, studying her. "But our paths never crossed, and now you've reached your potential. Still, I see true happiness in your life beside your husband."
Lady Niarin's wry smile carried both gratitude and certainty. "While I would have been honored to learn from you," she glanced at her visibly anxious husband, whose twitching tail betrayed his concern, "my place is here, by my adorable husband's side."
Hahaha
The envoy's hearty laughter broke the tension, even drawing a smile from the stern officer. The Governor's entourage struggled to maintain their composure, especially seeing their leader's tail betraying his embarrassment despite his dignified expression.
"Well then," the envoy said, still amused, "we have much to discuss, including my meeting with... our mutual friend. Shall we proceed?"
The Governor nodded and led the envoy's party, consisting of the female officer and service droid, into the mansion.
In the living room, Cecilia and Val rose as they sensed the Governor and his wife coming their way. When the hooded envoy entered, an overwhelming pressure descended upon them. They trembled and fell to their knees, sweat beading on their foreheads, unable to even speak. The Governor and his wife watched helplessly, understanding this was a test for the Saintess. They were grateful they had secured their son in his room beforehand - knowing him, he might have tried to play hero upon seeing Val kneeling, which could have ended poorly for everyone present.
The hooded envoy took her seat on the sofa, the officer and service droid assuming their positions behind her. She studied the two kneeling women intently - first Val, noting with approval her solid foundation and Mid King Stage Cultivation, then Cecilia, her eyes narrowing with interest behind her blindfold. After a moment's contemplation, she waved her hand, lifting the pressure. Just as Cecilia and Val felt relief, they found themselves lifted by the envoy's Ki and gently deposited onto the opposite sofa.
"Governor," she turned to address Nelius and his wife, "this conversation requires absolute discretion." They nodded solemnly, and Lady Niarin dismissed the anxiously watching servants. The envoy activated a Ki isolation barrier around the room to prevent any sound from escaping.
"Please, be seated," she gestured to the Governor and his wife. Once they were settled, she turned to Cecilia with a warm smile beneath her hood. "Greetings, young one. Or should I address you as the Saintess of Nevar?"
Cecilia swallowed hard, acutely aware she faced an unfathomable power. 'Could this be beyond Emperor rank? Perhaps even a Half-Step True God?' Gathering her courage, she straightened her posture and replied, "Please, just Cecilia. The title of 'Saintess' was given to me by those I've helped after the Android War, nothing more."
"You've done far more than simply help, Cecilia," the envoy said, reaching up to remove her hood. The revelation of her beautiful face, adorned with a blindfold, drew gasps from those present. The female officer stepped forward, "May I present Lady Saranita of the Alacrity True Gods Council."
The Governor and his wife exchanged knowing looks, while Cecilia's eyes widened in confirmation of her suspicions. Val could only gulp, recognizing they were in the presence of a previously unknown True God of Alacrity.
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"Thank you, Grita," Saranita said, resisting the urge to chide her protocol-conscious subordinate. Captain Grita nodded and resumed her position.
"Now, Cecilia," Saranita said, facing her directly, "as you've heard, I am a member of the True Gods Council - or 'Shadow Council' as many speculate. I've come specifically to meet you with a proposal: to take you as my disciple. The path of a seer is demanding, requiring mastery not only in accessing past, present, and future but also in managing the overwhelming nature of these visions. There is only so much you can learn alone. What say you?"
"I... I understand," Cecilia replied carefully. "But if I may be so bold, could I confirm a few things?"
Captain Grita's eyes narrowed dangerously at this request, but Saranita paid her reaction no mind. "Ask," she commanded simply.
"As a seer yourself, did you use your abilities to learn of me?" Cecilia inquired.
Saranita's eyes narrowed behind her blindfold. "You're clever, child. We both know that's not your real question. You want to know if the Alacrity High Council is aware of your activities and your secret forces. Let me ease your mind - only the True God Council and the Chancellor of the High Council know of your existence, and we've classified all information regarding you."
"But why?" Val interjected, then immediately looked apologetic for speaking out of turn.
Saranita didn't seem to mind the interruption and replied, "Because we knew who you wish to serve, and"—she pointed at her covered eyes—"because we glimpsed what's coming."
"I see. In that case, my second question," Cecilia continued, her voice steady despite her pounding heart, "have you seen him? Do you know his location?"
A heavy silence descended upon the room. Captain Grita's hand moved reflexively toward her weapon, but Saranita halted her with a subtle gesture.
"Ah, now we arrive at the heart of the matter," Saranita smiled. "But first, tell me, child—why do you think I wear this blindfold?"
Cecilia hesitated before answering, "To control your visions?"
"Partially correct," Saranita replied with a gentle smile. "It helps me focus on the threads of fate that truly matter. You see, Cecilia, what you've experienced so far is merely a fraction of your potential. As your powers grow, you'll develop eyes like mine - eyes that can pierce through the veils of time and space."
She traced her fingers along the edge of her blindfold thoughtfully. "But with such sight comes great responsibility. Our visions don't just observe reality; they can influence it. One careless glance could ripple through the fabric of existence itself. That's why I wear this - to protect both myself and the delicate balance of causality."
Saranita's expression softened as she addressed Cecilia's unspoken concern. "And yes, I have seen him in my visions. I know roughly where he is." She paused, studying the young seer's reaction. "But that's not all you wish to know, is it? You want to know if your faith—and the faith of countless others you have gathered—will be rewarded. You want to know if he has overcome the shadows of the Android War, am I correct?"
Cecilia trembled, realizing nothing could be hidden from this True God. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Yes."
Saranita's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she gently guided Cecilia to kneel before her. "I sense great fear in you, child. While fear can serve as a guardian - keeping us vigilant and alive, helping us recognize what truly matters - it can also lead down darker paths. Whatever visions have inspired such dread within you, know this: without proper training, your glimpses of the future cannot be fully trusted."
Placing a comforting hand on Cecilia's head, Saranita spoke softly, "Be still now. Close your eyes, breathe deeply, and channel your Ki. Focus only on my voice and search within yourself. Through your visions, you have formed a connection with him—you can discover the truth on your own, without my words."
Following the True God's guidance, Cecilia closed her eyes, steadied her breathing, and activated her ability. As her Ki flowed in perfect rhythm with each breath, she found herself plunged into an unfamiliar darkness—one that chilled her to her very core. Soon a gentle hand touched her shoulder, and when she turned, she gasped. There stood Saranita, without her blindfold, her pure white irises shimmering like a beacon of hope piercing through this realm of darkness.
"Watch carefully," Saranita commanded, "or you'll miss what you seek."
As those words faded, the scene shifted violently before Cecilia — primal chaos erupted through the darkness, unleashing waves of raw power that threatened to overwhelm her senses. When she instinctively moved to shield her eyes, Saranita's firm voice cut through the chaos: "If you close your eyes now, you'll never understand."
Hearing this, she gritted her teeth and summoned all her willpower. Despite the searing pain and blood trickling from her eyes, she forced herself to watch as a silhouette emerged from the chaos. Nine rings of different colors spun behind the figure, each one radiating ancient primordial might. When the figure's eyes opened, Cecilia felt herself drawn in—the right eye crimson and warm with kindness, while the left held a mesmerizing spiral of light and darkness that pulled at her like an infinite void.
"STOP!" Saranita's command snapped Cecilia back just as the void-like left eye began to pull at her very essence. "To gaze too long into that eye means death."
Trembling, Cecilia whispered, "Lady Saranita... what are we seeing?"
"Deep down, you already know," Saranita replied softly.
"Impossible!" Cecilia's voice trembled as the realization struck her. "How can it be him? That presence... it feels like..." Her eyes widened as she recalled the recent phenomenon that had shaken the Higher Realms. "A Primordial God."
"Indeed," Saranita confirmed with a gentle nod. "Now you understand." Her eyes softened with memories of young Orach as she gazed upon the figure. But after a moment, recognizing their urgent situation, she drew a deep breath, used her Ki to heal Cecilia and said firmly, "Remember this feeling. It will help you in your training. Now, let us return."
As she channeled her Ki to end the vision, the figure's gaze suddenly locked onto them, causing even Saranita, a True God, to tremble. In that fleeting moment before the vision crumbled away, her heart filled with longing and she cried out: "ORACH, MY BOY, PLEASE COME HOME! WE ARE WAITING!"
In the final moments before her consciousness faded, Saranita saw the figure's eyes shimmer with what seemed like recognition—a silent acknowledgment that her words had been heard.
When she returned to the physical world, she found Cecilia already awake in Val's arms. During their shared vision, Cecilia's physical body had manifested the same trauma she experienced in the vision realm—blood trailing from her eyes had terrified Val, the Governor, and his wife. When Saranita had severed the vision connection, Cecilia's unconscious form had slumped forward, only to be caught by Val's quick reflexes.
Still processing the magnitude of what she'd witnessed, Cecilia became aware of Val's distress. "Val... why are you crying?"
"You idiot!" Val's voice cracked with emotion, her eyes red from tears. "How can I not cry when you're bleeding from your eyes?"
Cecilia touched her cheeks, feeling the wet trails of blood. The physical manifestation made everything feel more real, more terrifying. "It's alright," she assured Val, pulling away gently. "Lady Saranita has healed me." She turned to the True God, who was massaging her temples. "Lady Saranita, please... was that real? Was that truly him?"
Saranita's simply nodded in confirmation. As the others watched their exchange in confusion, Cecilia's voice trembled as she whispered, "He actually ascended... became a Primordial God."
In the room, though each word was only a whisper, everyone heard clearly. The revelation sent shockwaves through the chamber. While Saranita, Captain Grita, and the droid — Saranita's direct trusted subordinates — remained composed, having already known this truth, the Governor and his wife stumbled backward in shock. Val stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief.
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Saranita's sharp clap cut through the tension. "This information is highly classified," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Any leak will be considered a capital offense. Are we clear?"
The Governor and Lady Niarin exchanged glances before facing Saranita with determination. "We understand completely," the Governor stated. "I owe my life to the Ten Heroes—to Prince Orach and his comrades. They saved me during the war. That's why we've supported the Saintess. We swear on our lives to keep this secret." The husband and wife joined hands and declared in unison, "This we vow!"
As if in response to their vow, the sky above Nevar suddenly darkened. A bolt of lightning split the clouds, its thunderous boom causing people outside to startle.
Saranita turned her attention to Cecilia and Val. Captain Grita's hand had already moved to her sidearm, ready to act if they refused to make the same pledge. But the two young women needed no prompting - they joined hands and made their vow, another crack of thunder sealing their promise.
"Now you understand," Saranita said, as Captain Grita relaxed her stance. "The phenomenon that recently shook the Higher Realms - that new Primordial God signature - was Orach's ascension. I suspect your visions increased in frequency after that event?"
"Yes," Cecilia confirmed, realization dawning. "But why?"
Saranita's expression softened as she recalled peering into Cecilia's past, back in the early days of the war before the Androids had deployed their countermeasures against seers. "When your father sheltered the injured Orach and his companion Taliana during the early days of the Android War, you were gravely ill. Do you remember?"
"I was often bedridden back then," Cecilia nodded. "I had a weak constitution."
"What you don't know is that Orach, grateful for your family's kindness, secretly transferred a strand of his God Ki into you," Saranita revealed. "It gradually strengthened your constitution and ultimately awakened your latent abilities - particularly your gift of foresight. This is also why your visions frequently focus on him—likely an unintended side effect."
"I... I didn't know," Cecilia said, her expression growing complex at this revelation. Her feelings about Orach became even more complicated as memories flashed before her eyes—memories of seeing him as a big brother, from the time before her father joined the war alongside Orach and his crew, when her father was still alive. 'Why?' she wondered. 'Why is it that the more I learn about you, the harder it becomes to hate you?'
"It's fine, child," Saranita said with a sad smile. "That's who he is—or once was—a pure heart. We failed to protect him when it mattered most." Her expression darkened as she recalled Orach's comatose, severely injured form after the Android War—the sole survivor of his crew. Then she read reports of how his year-long coma had changed him into someone almost unrecognizable.
Suddenly, Saranita's eyes narrowed as she sensed something—at the same moment, Val and Cecilia's communicators lit up with urgent notifications.
The two young women exchanged worried glances, knowing these alerts signaled their forces had engaged the pirates. Before they could check their devices, Captain Grita bent down and whispered something in Saranita's ear.
"Your forces have engaged the Frost Nebula Pirates," Saranita stated calmly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Cecilia and Val stared at her in surprise.
"I shouldn't be shocked," Cecilia said, checking her communicator. "You're a seer after all. You must have foreseen this."
"Indeed. During my journey here, I glimpsed visions of an unusual fleet aiding our border patrol against these pirates. So, I had my scouts positioned in that region beforehand to observe your fleet's performance," Saranita explained.
Her expression turned serious as she continued, "Cecilia, while operating in the shadows has its merits, perhaps it's time for a change. Would you accept becoming my disciple?"
Though Saranita had previously expressed this desire, something in her tone made Cecilia pause. Looking into those ancient, knowing eyes, she suddenly understood the deeper implications. Lady Niarin's slight gasp suggested she too had caught on.
With newfound resolve, Cecilia stepped forward and knelt before the True God. "I, Cecilia Argent, daughter of the lost world of Alantris, hereby take True God Saranita as my master. By the Primordial Gods, I swear to learn and be loyal."
Saranita's warm smile brightened the room as she placed her hand on Cecilia's head. "I, True God of Alacrity, hereby take Cecilia Argent as my last disciple and heir. By the Primordial Gods, I promise to teach and nurture this disciple to her full potential."
Thunder crashed outside once more, as if nature itself witnessed their oaths. Saranita channeled her Ki into Cecilia, whose eyes began to glow as divine energy coursed through her body, strengthening her foundation for the training to come.
"Now all you need is a proper rest," Saranita said, withdrawing her hand. "Your body needs time to adapt to these changes. Once we finish today's tasks, you'll retire early."
She turned to Captain Grita, who had already prepared her terminal. "Send an encrypted priority message to all fleet captains."
Her voice carried authority as she declared, "By my authority as True God Saranita of Alacrity, I hereby acknowledge Saintess Cecilia as my disciple. Her forces, designated as 'Oracle', will operate independently from Saiyan Empire territory under True God Council authority. Their mission, protect the Lower Realms beyond Chancellor Damon's reach. All personnel shall assist Oracle operatives while maintaining operational security."
The message along with some details on this new force, rippled across the Alacrity fleet, causing quite a stir. Not only did it reveal another True God's presence, but it also confirmed the existence of the mysterious 'Shadow Council'—now known as the True God Council. Though some captains were wary of this mercenary force, the Council's backing ensured their compliance.
Cecilia felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Their clandestine operations could now partially emerge from the shadows, streamlining their supply lines and providing access to better equipment through official channels.
"You may continue some covert operations," Saranita assured her, "but now with the Council's full support. Your primary mission remains what you've already begun—protecting the Saiyan Empire's Lower Realms from pirates and opportunists." She smiled at Val. "And since your training will occupy much of your time, I suggest appointing a capable second-in-command, perhaps your trusted partner here. This arrangement will hold until Orach returns and, should he agree, your forces can join the new Saiyan Empire in preparation for the coming Great War."
Cecilia bowed deeply. "Thank you, Lady—" A sudden pressure made her stumble. "I mean, Master." The pressure vanished instantly, and Saranita's amused smile told Cecilia all she needed to know about her new master's playful nature.
"Well then," Saranita said, rising gracefully, "shall we see these forces of yours in action? I'm curious about the caliber of warriors who might serve the new Saiyan Empire."
After bidding farewell to Lady Niarin, who would manage affairs in Nevar, they boarded the diplomatic vessel. The Governor, having obtained his wife's blessing, joined them. Their ship soon rendezvoused with two battle cruisers before setting course for the ongoing conflict with the Frost Nebula Pirates.