PLANET EARTH
Yoton, broken and battered stood at the edge of a mountain cliff, his chest rising and falling like a wounded beast. His eyes golden, burning with the fire of determination. Below a world alive with noise and color, yet deaf to his presence.
"I must heal my soul," he whispered, his voice rough as grinding stones. "I must leave this place."
But the air here was thick with ignorance. The people of this world did not know him. They did not bow to the true rulers—the ones who had shaped the cosmos before time had a name. Instead, they worshipped weak, petty gods.
Yoton's lips twisted into a bitter smile. "They kneel before sparks in the dark," he muttered. "One of them… Zeus, they call him. King of Olympus." The name felt strange in his mouth, heavy with possibility.
With one last look at the temple—his temple, carved from the earth's own bones—he stepped forward. His cloak, black as a storm, whipped around him like a living thing.
"If wisdom still lives in this world," he thought, "perhaps this Zeus can mend what has been shattered."
And so, the Broken One began his journey—not just across lands, but through the tangled webs of belief, toward a god who might hold the key to his salvation.
PLANET SAGA, REVEIVERSE
Carel, Lord of the Reveiverse, stood tall upon his throne Before him, three soldiers knelt, their voices steady with loyalty.
"My Lord," said the first soldier, "we have returned all the lost ones to their worlds."
"My Lord," said the second, "your kingdom is whole again. The barrier protecting the Verse is stronger than ever."
"My Lord," said the third, "we have trained fifty thousand warriors. They stand ready for battle, ready to defend your rule."
Carel allowed himself a small smile, though his eyes remained dark. "Good," he said. "But we are still weaker than the other Verses. We cannot grow lazy."
Before he could say more, Azarel, his most trusted advisor, stepped forward. Her face was tight with urgency.
"My Lord," she said, "I bring urgent news."
"Speak," Carel commanded.
"Krelious has been crowned King over all Verses," Azarel said. "The Ruler who started the War here in this verse has been sealed away in Hell's Domain. The Multiverse and Starverse are gone—but the War Rulers will bring them back. And the King has called all lords to a gathering on the Cronoverse in one year's time."
A heavy silence filled the hall. Carel closed his eyes, exhaling as if releasing a weight he had carried for centuries. "At last," he murmured. "Our fallen brothers can rest knowing justice has been served."
Then he straightened, his voice ringing with authority. "We will go to this meeting, Azarel. Prepare our oaths, our promises—and gifts worthy of the King and his family."
"It will be done, my Lord," Azarel said, bowing low.
As the hall emptied, Carel stood alone, his thoughts turning inward.
"High Head… you have earned your throne," he whispered. "But I fear peace will not come so easily."
DOMAINVERSE
Somewhere in the distance, boots pounded against stone.
"Hmmm," Zerich muttered. "A lot has changed while I was gone."
Beside him, Kazo—his second-in-command—tightened his grip on his sword.
"Sir Zerich," Kazo said, voice low, "we need to move. Now. The Three Kings' armies are hunting us."
Zerich frowned. "What? We've done nothing wrong. Do they not know who I am? Who I serve?"
Kazo gave him a dry look. "You know they don't care."
Zerich sighed, rolling his shoulders. "Fine. I don't understand this madness, but we move. Now."
Kazo barked orders to the men. "Split into three teams! Move fast, stay sharp—the whole Verse is crawling with soldiers!"
The group scattered, a desperate plan to ensure at least one team escaped to call for help.
DOMAINVERSE MILITARY STATION
Commander Dano's voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
"Search everywhere!" he roared. "Leave no stone unturned! I want them found—alive or dead!"
The soldiers shouted in reply, their armor clanking as they spread out into the night.
DOMAINVERSE SUBTERRAIN
Zerich gritted his teeth. "Damn it. They're everywhere. Like ants. Annoying, relentless ants."
Kazo chuckled, though his grip on his weapon never loosened. "True. But unlike our men, they're not well-trained. We could knock them out and slip away."
Zerich shook his head. "No. If we do that, Dano will know exactly where we are. And trust me—you do not want to face that man. He's like a starving wolf. Never gives up."
Kazo raised an eyebrow. "Then what's the plan? We're split up, and none of our teams have broken through. The armies have flooded the entire Verse."
Zerich rubbed his temples. "Call the men back. We're stronger together."
As Kazo relayed the orders, Zerich's mind raced.
"Why is Dano after us?" he muttered. "How did he even know I was here?" Then a smirk tugged at his lips. "Wait… was it that woman from the tavern? Did she sell me out over one damned gold coin?"
Kazo laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. "Unlikely, sir. But I've called the men back—only Alpha's team answered. Kim's team is silent. That leaves two options."
"Go on," Zerich said.
"Either they're rotting in Dano's prison… or they've stumbled into a place where telepathy doesn't reach."
Zerich groaned. "This day just keeps getting worse."
Kazo grinned. "We should fall back to Martha's Bar. Regroup with Alpha's team."
Zerich groaned louder. "No, no, no. I promised her… the next time we met, I'd—"
Kazo's grin widened. "Ah, yes. Your habits. Well, like it or not, we're going. And who knows? You might just keep your promise."
Zerich narrowed his eyes. "You're mocking me."
Kazo blinked innocently. "Never, sir. In fact, I'm happy for you."
Zerich rolled his eyes as they moved out, the hunt closing in around them with every step.
To Be Continued.