The Celestial Conclave: A Gathering of Gods on Planet Xian.
The Sacred Gathering of the Divine.
Far beyond the stars, in a place where time itself bows to the will of the gods, there existed a planet known as Xian—the birthplace of all divine beings. It was here, in the heart of the cosmos, were the rulers of the cronoverse gathered. Gods, kings, and ancient deities stood together in a grand hall, their presence shaking the very fabric of existence.
The air was thick with tension. Though no words were spoken, every ruler knew—this meeting would change everything.
The Assembly Begins
At the center of the hall stood Krelious, the Sovereign of Sovereigns, the highest of all rulers. His voice, deep and commanding, echoed through the chamber like thunder.
"All rulers, please be seated. Let us begin."
His eyes briefly rested on Sted, before scanning the room. The rulers took their places, divided into three great factions:
The War Faction – Led by Nielan, fierce and unyielding, always ready for battle.
The Creation Faction – Led by Zion, wise and loyal, seeking balance and order.
The Appointment Faction – Led by Tavis, cunning and ambitious, always plotting for power.
Each group stood in their own section, their expressions unreadable, yet their intentions clear.
The Seeds of Rebellion
Nielan's Whispered Command
Nielan, the fiery leader of the War Faction, leaned toward his warriors and spoke in a low, dangerous voice.
"Listen well. Be ready at my command. The rebellion begins only when I say."
His followers nodded, their eyes burning with the promise of war.
Zion's Warning
Nearby, Zion, the calm and rational leader of the Creation Faction, turned to his own people.
"This meeting may not end well. Be prepared for any outcome."
His followers stood firm, their loyalty unshaken.
Tavis' Secret Plan
Meanwhile, Tavis, the sly strategist of the Appointment Faction, smirked as he whispered to his allies.
"We stand with Nielan. If it comes to it, we strike Krelious down. Understood?"
His followers bowed in agreement, their minds already calculating the best moment to act.
The Absent One
Every ruler was present—except for Yoton.
No one knew where he was. Some whispered that he had died. Others believed he was on a secret mission for Krelious, lost somewhere on Earth.
His absence was a mystery, and mysteries in the divine world were never good.
The Trumpet of Judgment
A figure draped in robes of cosmic law stepped forward—The Judge, the voice of divine justice.
"My King, my Lord, my High Head—all rulers are seated and await your word."
Krelious exhaled, his patience wearing thin.
"Let the Meeting of Rulers begin."
A thunderous trumpet blast shook the universe, its sound echoing across all dimensions. The meeting had started—and with it, the fate of all existence hung in the balance.
The First Challenge
Nielan wasted no time.
With a furious roar, he slammed his fist onto the table, shattering it into stardust.
"Krelious!" he bellowed. "You are no longer fit to rule! You have broken our laws, defied our customs—STEP DOWN!"
Zion, ever loyal, countered instantly.
"He has broken nothing! He is King—he makes and unmakes laws as he wills!"
Nielan's eyes burned with rage.
"Only Itami, our father, and Kazi, our second father, held that power! Krelious is no true sovereign!"
Zion's voice was cold as ice.
"Explain why he cannot, Nielan. Explain it to us all."
Nielan sneered.
"A true king is powerful, yes—but also wise, and loved. Krelious is strong, but he is neither wise nor beloved!"
Zion scoffed.
"You speak nonsense!"
Tavis cut in, his voice dripping with amusement.
"No, he speaks truth!"
Zielan, the mysterious ruler, laughed.
"Tavis, Nielan—you both spew foolishness from your mouths."
Nielan's glare was venomous.
"Look who speaks—the bastard ruler who doesn't even know his own origin!"
The Sovereign's Wrath
Krelious had heard enough.
A wave of crushing energy erupted from him, pressing down on every ruler in the room. They gasped, weakened by his power. His voice was a storm.
"Enough! If we act on emotion now, we will wage a war that ends our race!"
The tension lessened—but only slightly.
The Abyssal Betrayal
Nielan sneered, undeterred.
"I've had enough of your reign, Krelious. Step down—or I will not care if our race perishes. I will simply make more rulers!"
Akermos, the blunt realist, burst into laughter.
"You idiot! The only things that could birth rulers were the Divine Tree and the Destruction—both destroyed billions of years ago!"
Nielan's grin was chilling.
"Oh, I know. And I also know the power required to recreate them is immense. That's why I unsealed the Abyssal King—who promised me that very power!"
A stunned silence fell over the room.
Nealon, the ever-calm ruler, paled.
"You… what?!"
Amiss, Nielan's ally, smirked.
"Oh, sweet Nealon… we freed him. And his armies."
Zion's fury erupted.
"Are you not tired of endless war, Nielan?! Are you not tired?!"
Dainen, Nielan's lieutenant, mocked them.
"Plead for mercy now, before the Abyssal King arrives!"
Zion's voice was sharp as a blade.
"Mercy?! You're all insane!"
Tavis, however, was ecstatic.
"Krelious! Beg for mercy now—and we may spare you!"
The Sovereign's Answer
Krelious sighed.
Then—he moved.
A spell of annihilation, unlike anything the rulers had ever seen, erupted from his hand. It tore through dimensions, obliterating the approaching Abyssal King and his legions in a single, universe-shaking blast.
The room fell into silence once more.
The rebellion had begun.
And the war for the fate of all existence had just taken its first, devastating step.
To Be Continued…