A vast region of the galaxy had been swallowed by a suffocating sea of green fog.
From afar, it resembled a diseased nebula—an unnatural stain spreading across the spiral arms of the cosmos. But this was no re cloud of gas or cosmic dust. The fog was alive, pulsing slowly like the breath of a colossal organism. It crawled between stars, seeped through planetary systems, and bled into the void itself.
Within its boundaries, reality had been twisted beyond recognition.
Stars burned dimly behind layers of sickly erald haze, their light warped into grotesque shapes before it could travel far. Entire constellations flickered like dying embers, their orbits destabilized by the invisible corruption that perated the region.
Even the void between worlds had changed.
Space itself seed infected.
Instead of silent emptiness, the darkness writhed with faint distortions—ripples that moved like parasites through the vacuum.
And within that poisoned expanse moved the inhabitants of this nightmare.
Abominations.
Creatures that defy the laws themselves. Flesh twisted into impossible geotries. Limbs multiplied without purpose. Eyes opened across bodies like diseased stars.
They did not speak.
They did not think.
Only two instincts remained within them.
Death.
Destruction.
Swarms of these creatures drifted between the planets, colliding with asteroids, tearing each other apart before reforming in grotesque cycles of mutation.
But the true horror lay upon the worlds themselves.
Planets that had once been vibrant hos for thriving civilizations had been transford into colossal incubators.
Their crusts had split open like rotting fruit, revealing fleshy inner layers that pulsed rhythmically beneath fractured continents. Mountains had collapsed into grotesque biological structures—vast tendrils and swollen nodules that throbbed with slow, monstrous life.
The oceans were no longer water.
They were thick pools of organic fluid where embryonic abominations floated in endless gestation.
The people who had once lived on those worlds had not escaped.
They had beco part of them.
Cities had lted into the landmass, their towers half-subrged within expanding biological tissue. Within those grotesque structures, billions of bodies were fused together—faces trapped within the flesh of the planet itself, mouths frozen in eternal silent screams.
Their nervous systems had been woven into the living crust.
They could feel everything.
The slow growth of monstrous organisms beneath them.
The gnawing of parasitic creatures burrowing through the soil.
The endless birth of horrors rising from their own transford flesh.
The entire region had beco a monunt to suffering.
Even Hell and the Abyss were rciful by comparison.
Those realms, at least, possessed structure—laws that governed tornt, hierarchies that imposed a twisted form of order.
Here there was nothing.
No law.
No stability.
Only unrestrained corruption.
Pure madness made manifest.
And at the center of that monstrous domain floated a single colossal world.
Valhalla.
Once, it had been the sacred realm of the Vikings—a land of eternal battle and glory where warriors feasted and fought beneath golden skies.
Now it was unrecognizable.
The planet had swollen to several tis its original size, its surface entirely consud by pulsating layers of blackened flesh and erald corruption. Towering organic spires rose from its crust like the bones of titanic beasts, each one dripping with strands of living matter that stretched into orbit.
Storms of green lightning raged endlessly above the atmosphere.
And the screams...
They never stopped.
From every corner of the corrupted region, from every infected planet and drifting abomination, the sound of suffering converged toward that central world.
But there was sothing else there as well.
Sothing far more terrifying.
Among the warped stars and mutated worlds, six imnse auras burned like cosmic wounds in reality itself.
Each one radiated power so overwhelming that space bent around them in agony.
Reality trembled under their presence.
Even the corrupted galaxy itself seed to recoil.
They were not rely powerful.
They were catastrophic.
Six entities whose existence alone made the universe scream.
Five of the imnse auras soon turned their focus toward the massive figure standing before the portal—a gateway that led to a dinsion where the horrors invading the galaxy were simply the natural state of existence.
"You have failed."
Those words were more than re criticism. They carried such overwhelming power that the very earth beneath them began to crack. Massive bolts of lightning spread across the sky as if reality itself trembled under the weight of the accusation.
The one receiving that condemnation was none other than the Master—the first of the Empyrean Alien Lords who had managed to cross into the universe, though certainly not the last.
As the voice struck toward him with power capable of crushing ordinary Lords like insects, the Master rely sneered and casually negated the attack.
But the assault did not end there.
"Your lack of imagination led to the death of a useful pawn, and the other is now running. We have no idea where he has gone."
Those words manifested as a storm of dark flas, descending like an unholy pillar ant to annihilate everything in its path.
The Master simply waved his hand.
The pillar shattered instantly, breaking into harmless embers that faded into the air.
"Eternal Puppeteer gave his life to bring you here so that you could lead the charge... yet your lack of foresight allowed Dream of Madness to die."
This ti the accusation carried far greater force. The five massive auras seed to rge together, surging toward the Master from every direction like a collapsing star.
The pressure was imnse.
And this ti, the Empyrean Alien Lord did not simply dismiss it.
Instead, his power exploded outward.
A devastating shockwave erupted from his body, dispersing the attack while simultaneously striking the five auras with trendous force. The entire world shook as massive cracks spread across the land like scars carved into the planet itself.
The Master’s eyes turned cold.
His roar echoed across entire galaxies.
"I moved while you were sleeping. I acted while you ignored the growth of this universe."
His voice carried both fury and contempt.
"Yes, I have failed on several occasions. That much is true."
The temperature around them dropped sharply as his tone grew colder.
"But that is the price of war."
Ice began forming across the landscape, towering cliffs of frozen crystal rising from the ground under the influence of his power.
Then the Master’s gaze hardened completely.
"If anyone believes they can challenge my leadership... co forward."
His voice beca a killing command.
"And I will kill you."
Those words were not directed only at the five auras gathered in Valhalla.
They echoed across the countless worlds covered by the spreading green fog, reaching every Alien Lord currently operating throughout the universe.
The response was absolute silence.
No one challenged him.
The Master slowly nodded.
"Good."
His expression darkened as he continued.
"Then it is ti to change the battlefield."
"The ants born in this peaceful universe cannot be trusted."
His voice carried cold certainty.
"So we will simply do it ourselves."
...
anwhile, the situation in Hell was evolving with astonishing speed.
The forces of the Six Sun Alliance had already conquered the Fifth Layer, seizing its strongholds and claiming control over its vast resources. With their victory secured, the armies were now preparing to advance into the Sixth Layer.
And their expansion did not stop there.
Several powerful battalions led by the Fearathia Emperor and the Dvergar King had resud their campaigns across the layers of the Abyss.
However, the strategy there was far more cautious.
Unlike the Devil Paragons, the Demon Paragons were still alive—and they remained an extrely dangerous threat. Although they had been badly wounded during previous battles, it would only be a matter of ti before they erged from their healing cultivation.
Until then, the Six Sun Alliance intended to expand carefully, strengthening their foothold with each newly conquered layer.
But not everything was progressing smoothly.
A strange phenonon had recently begun to appear within the First Layer of Hell.
And it involved the Viking race.
Thanks to Vlad and the efforts of the True Depravitas, countless Vikings had been rescued before Valhalla descended into corruption. They had first been relocated to Terra, and after the great exodus they were moved once again—this ti into the protected regions of the First Layer of Hell.
For a long ti, the Vikings had lived peacefully inside the Divine Dos created by the alliance.
But recently, sothing had changed.
Their behavior had beco... unusual.
At first, the signs were subtle.
Then the pattern beca impossible to ignore.
It was connected to their totems.
For reasons none of them could fully explain, the Vikings had begun feeling a powerful and irresistible impulse.
An instinctual call.
A need to gather.
One by one, entire Viking clans began abandoning their normal routines. They traveled across the dod sanctuaries, moving toward a single destination.
They felt an overwhelming desire to assemble.
To stand together.
To unite as one people.
The phenonon quickly caught the attention of both Vlad and Overlord.
At first, they suspected an external influence—perhaps so hidden manipulation by the Alien Powers.
Yet deeper investigation revealed nothing overtly hostile.
The impulse seed to arise from within the Vikings themselves.
What surprised Vlad the most, however, was sothing else entirely.
Even Freya was affected.
She too felt the strange call of the totems, a deep and ancient instinct urging her to join the gathering.
That revelation made the situation far more serious.
Despite the uncertainty, Vlad and Overlord ultimately chose not to resist the phenonon.
Instead, they allowed it to unfold.
Under careful supervision, the Viking clans were permitted to gather beneath a single massive Divine Do, one of the largest sanctuaries within the First Layer.
Legions of Vikings arrived day after day.
Warriors.
Elders.
Children.
Entire bloodlines.
Soon every Viking within the Six Sun Alliance stood together beneath the sa imnse structure.
They waited.
No one truly understood what they were waiting for.
But every Viking felt it.
Sothing was coming.
And the mont the final Viking stepped beneath the do...
It happened.
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