Neo Titania
Planet Deron HQ
Calesius Galaxy
Estea Intergalactic Colony
August 12th
Year 9938 of the 49th General Calendar
The opulent hall was a marvel of scientific and magical architecture, a fusion of advanced technology and ancient mysticism.
The walls were adorned with intricate patterns that shimred with ethereal light, pulsating gently in sync with the magic that perated the room. At the far end, a large observation deck provided a breath-taking view of the void of space, dotted with thousands of distant stars, their light piercing the darkness like scattered diamonds on a black velvet cloth.
Arrayed on either side of the grand entrance were twelve beings, each radiating an overwhelming aura of magical power.
They were kneeling on one knee, their heads bowed, and one hand crossed over their chests in a gesture of salute.
Each wore a uniform that glowed with its own unique hue, and above each of their heads floated an illusory crown, flickering with otherworldly energy. Their presence alone was enough to command respect and awe, but the display of their power made it clear they were the STRONG even among similarly powerful beings.
That was natural, as these twelve were Race Kings.
mbers of the Universe’s pantheon who lorded over quintillions of mbers of their races and ruled vast interstellar territories.
Behind each of these twelve, knelt over two dozen other beings. This secondary group was dressed in a variety of outfits that ranged from combat armour to flowing robes, representing the diverse specialities and ranks within their order.
This secondary group comprised of the Race Lord subordinates of these twelve Race Kings, each one adopting a similar pose as their masters.
The sheer number of these individuals, combined with the majesty of the twelve in front, created an imposing and grandiose scene.
The hall was steeped in silence as these beings remained saluting for an unknown amount of ti.
For these Race Lords, their lieges who lorded over entire galaxies were the strongest beings who deserved all the respect in the Universe.
Yet, these sa Race Kings were kneeling while waiting for soone!
No one knew how long had passed, but it should have been close to an hour. It was clear whoever they were waiting for, was VERY late.
The Race Lords viewed this as the highest form of disrespect to their masters, yet they could say nothing since those sa masters, had been silent all this while.
Suddenly, the space in front of the entrance began to distort, spiralling inward as if reality itself was being twisted by an unseen force. The distortion grew more intense, the air crackling with energy, until with a resounding shatter, a void gate tore open.
From this beyond rift stepped a man, his presence commanding imdiate attention.
He was clad in a full three-piece suit and tie, the sharp lines of his attire contrasting with the long overcoat draped over his shoulders. His silver hair caught the ambient light, shimring like liquid moonlight, while his azure blue eyes, marked with black slit pupils, glead dangerously.
Despite the grandeur and respect commanded by his entrance, the man’s expression was one of clear displeasure. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes, though strikingly beautiful, showed just how irritated he was.
As he stepped through the void gate and into the hall, his gaze swept over the assembled beings, his palpable displeasure seemingly increasing at the re sight of them.
The twelve kneeling figures did not flinch, their salute unwavering despite the evident discontent of the man before them. Any wrong action now would only incur his wrath, and knowing he was here because of their mistake, they could NOT let him get any more pissed off.
Finally, the man spoke with a voice that was deep and resonant, carrying an edge that cut through the silence like a blade.
"Incompetent."
"?!"
That single word of his echoed through the hall, and the faces of the Race Lords contorted at this. So wanted to protest, but their masters shut them up with silent glares.
"Now, don’t be so angry at them, Jay."
A second voice rang out, coming from the lips of the beautiful woman who stepped in through the Void Gate right after.
She had extrely long purple silver hair, wore a black one-piece dress and had a butterfly hair ornant on her ponytail.
Her eyes held boundless warmth and love as she gazed at the suit-wearing man who stepped in before her, lightly skipping over to him as she grasped his arm and pulled it close.
"We can’t bla them for not being able to handle it. We are dealing with a Relic of over 400 million years old.
The Demon Sword ’Slaifdein’. It’s said to be a weapon with the power to destroy entire galaxies, and that’s not an exaggeration."
Hearing the na of the Sword the woman called, the Race Kings flinched slightly, their expressions turning uncomfortable.
How could they not? That sa cursed sword was the thing that they were unable to deal with and had no choice but to call for help from the displeased man standing before them.
The Azure Void Paragon.
Undisputedly the strongest Estean in the entire Universe.
"Destroy Galaxies?
Mira, are you looking at this lot in front of ?"
The man gestured to the kneeling Race Kings, his brows furrowing as he asked.
"Are they not High-tier Deities? Each one has a Deity Level over 700! And yet, 12 of them couldn’t deal with this thing before it blew up this much.
These foolish children couldn’t realise when it’s ti to set aside personal disputes and fight a common threat!
They kept having their little argunts while Slaifdein gained host upon host and eventually devoured enough energy that 12 High-tier deities couldn’t deal with it.
That’s the power of 12 Galaxy Busters!"
Turning towards them, he questioned in his True Voice.
|How the hell did you incompetents let the matter grow so big? Right under your noses?|
"..."
Silence.
That was the answer he received to his query. The Race Kings didn’t dare voice out any answer as whatever they said would surely displease him.
As for the Race Lords, they were dumbfounded by the scene of this man shouting at their masters. Nevertheless, beings who had lived long enough to reach their power level weren’t all stupid.
They understood that for their masters to behave like this, then this man was definitely soone with either more power or Authority, so they kept their mouths shut as well and tried to control their expressions.
However, there were always those unruly ones amongst the lot.
Unfortunately for them, the one they showed their unruliness against was an old monster who’d lived over a billion years.
He had dealt with countless types of people and was very good at reading thoughts based on one’s body language.
With his perception, it wasn’t hard for him to fish out two who clearly had what they wanted to say about him scolding their masters.
"Got sothing to say, huh? You over there as well; you frowned when I spoke?"
The bodies of the two Race Lords were lifted in the air by an unseen force, and the gravity around them distorted, generating a crushing force that tried to squash their necks.
"You got a problem with calling your masters incompetent?"
Seeing the two choking Race Lords whose physical bodies were on the verge of death from such a simple-looking gesture, the purple-silver-haired woman spoke up.
"Okay, calm down Jamie.
You’re getting too annoyed."
"Why wouldn’t I get annoyed, Miranda?! They interrupted our date!!"
To everyone else, his reason for his anger sounded...absurd.
He was pissed because his date was interrupted by the distress call to handle a Galaxy Devouring Sword.
Heck, he would have completely ignored it and left the billions of planets to get wiped out in favour of finishing his date.
That was how much he prioritized his lover.
Luckily for these Race Kings, his lover’s compassion was as boundless as her love for him, so she had insisted he co to help, even if it ant interrupting their date.
In his annoyance, he flung the two Race Lords onto a nearby wall and then walked up to the observation deck.
Seeing as they had been spared, the two Race Lords felt cold sweat drip down their backs, knowing fully well that the gravitational force acting on them in that instant was even more than that of the black hole at the centre of the galaxy.
It could kill them if the man had increased it even a tiny bit.
They looked to the woman with gratitude in their eyes, however, the Race Kings present shook their heads upon seeing this.
The twelve of them had lived over a million years, and they had co across this duo on nurous occasions.
This was why they knew, that the ’Violet Inferno’ of the ’Six Hybrids’ was a very amiable woman...until her lover was involved.
The mont Jamie was out of sight, Miranda’s eyes darkened and she turned to the two Race Lords and spoke.
"Get those fools out of my sight."
She was still speaking when two of the Race Kings sprang into action. The first one delivered a powerful kick to his long-ti loyal subordinate, sending the unfortunate man hurtling off the planet and into the void of space. anwhile, the second Queen grabbed her servant and threw him into a spatial gate, which she promptly sealed.
With the two nuisances out of sight, Miranda turned around to the Void Gate behind and spoke.
"Alright people, move it."
Her words summoned six others from the Void Gate, after which it finally closed up and the shattered space returned to normal.
The Vampires, Werewolves, and Demons amongst the Race Kings all felt an inherent bloodline suppression coming from three of them, so much so that it was difficult to even move their bodies.
It wasn’t surprising, as these three were Incomplete Hybrids.
Survivors of the Witch of Chaos’ experints who worked for Jamie and Miranda.
Imnsely powerful, they were; however, from the standpoint of her Experints, they were failures.
Still, their bloodlines had been enhanced to the point where their re presences could suppress those with Racial Breeds lower than theirs.
Syfra-Demon/Human. Rhonen-Vampire/Werewolf. Griveph-Vampire/Elf.
The other three were so of Jamie’s many, many ’Disciples’ who were scattered across the Universe. They were the closest at the ti, so Jamie called them and naturally, they answered without hesitation.
Ghyrre-Elder Elf. Caera-Archdevil. Nelrora-Greater Demon.
Together, these six were present to prevent excessive collateral damage from what Jamie was about to do.
Indeed, these six were not here to deal with the collateral damage, but to prevent it from happening in the first place.
Granted, they couldn’t stop everything, but they could prevent a great deal of it.
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