The battlefield of the frontier was a graveyard of burning stars and shattered fleets. The four empires had sent their combined forces to carve Oynstar apart, confident that the dying empire would finally collapse. Yet they had not foreseen the arrival of Igaris Vance.
His figure stood amidst the void, cloaked in the glow of the Infinite Law Tree that unfurled behind him like a living cosmos. Its roots coiled through the battlefield, its branches stretching across dinsions, every leaf a law, every shimr a concept. The armies of the enemy trembled, for they could feel his presence bending reality itself.
Igaris raised his hand. His voice cut through the void.
"Ten Thousand Divine Armants… awaken."
The tree pulsed. A storm of brilliance erupted from its branches, and the void itself split apart. From the rift erged weapons—swords that sang with the essence of fire, spears humming with lightning, shields woven from the law of light, cannons that carried the roar of collapsing stars. Blades, bows, glaives, halberds, axes, scythes, and more, ten thousand in number, each one imbued with supre laws of creation and destruction.
The enemy commanders froze in terror.
"This… this cannot be real…" one muttered, sweat dripping down his brow.
"Those are no re artifacts," another choked. "Each one carries the weight of divinity itself. A single weapon could level an empire—yet he wields thousands."
The weapons ford a sphere of radiance around Igaris, orbiting him like planets around a sun. He lifted a finger, and the armants surged forward as a storm.
The first wave of enemy battleships vanished in silence, carved apart by blades sharper than destiny itself. The second wave detonated under barrages of divine cannons, their hulls ripped open as their cores imploded. Spears of lightning tore through fleets, arrows carrying karmic judgnt pierced commanders within their command decks.
BOOM, BOOOOM, BOOOOOOOM!
Entire armadas crumbled in seconds.
As the armants tore through fleets, the enemy envoys who had projected their presence onto the battlefield gasped in shock.
The first to speak was Prince Altharion of the Crimson Dominion, his crimson eyes burning with arrogance that now cracked into fear.
"No… no, this cannot be. Those weapons… each one carries the weight of divinity. Has he forged gods into tools?"
Prince Kaedrus of the Obsidian Federation, his voice trembling, shook his head violently. "Impossible! This is an illusion, it must be! No one can wield such power. Not even our Sovereigns could stand before this."
Princess Aelira of the Azure Sovereignty slamd her fist against the armrest of his throne projection, rage masking her dread. "We sent millions of ships! Entire legions! They vanish like sand in a storm. Is this the strength of one man?"
But it was Princess Ysera of the Erald Continuum who whispered the most chilling words, her erald eyes wide as the reflection of exploding stars danced within them.
"I know what this is… that tree behind him… it is no re law. That is infinity itself. He does not command weapons. He commands the very essence of creation."
Their voices carried across the command channels, once brimming with smug certainty, now broken with disbelief.
Altharion shouted in denial, "No. He cannot hold it forever! Press the fleets, overwhelm him!"
Yet the next mont, their fleets were erased in silence, sliced apart by a storm of radiant blades. The princes and princesses could only watch as their projected images flickered, their faces pale.
Aelira covered her mouth, trembling. "We… we underestimated him. This man… this man is not a ruler. He is an executioner."
Aelira's rage finally broke into horror. "Pull them back! Pull them all back! Do not let him—"
Her voice ended abruptly as one of the divine halberds tore through the very projection, severing his channel.
In that instant, all four heirs of the enemy empires understood: their proud fleets, their endless arrogance, were nothing before Igaris Vance.
Within monts, silence reigned. The battlefield was littered with the ashes of four empires' armies. Stars still burned, but their light paled before the brilliance of the Infinite Law Tree and the circle of armants slowly returning to Igaris's orbit.
The Oynstar Army, who had been monts away from despair, now roared with hope and reverence.
"The Emperor! The Emperor has saved us!"
"Long live Oynstar! Long live His Majesty!"
Even the wounded, bloodied soldiers lifted their weapons high, tears streaming down their faces. They had witnessed not just victory but salvation.
Igaris lowered his hand, his calm gaze surveying the void. The weapons returned to orbit around the tree, then slowly dissolved into motes of light, returning to his inner cosmos.
"Return to your posts," he commanded across all channels. "Mourn the dead, but do not wallow. Their sacrifice will not be in vain. From this day, Oynstar will never again be prey."
His voice echoed like law itself. Every soldier obeyed.
"YES, YOUR MAJESTY!"
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But Igaris knew the battle was only the beginning. Four empires had been hard, but not destroyed. They obviously had vast army. Their true armies, their true rulers, had not yet acted. To ensure Oynstar's survival and its rise, he needed more than victory—he needed an unshakable foundation.
That night, beneath the twin moons of Oynstar Pri, Igaris stood at the center of the capital's great plaza. With a gesture, he opened the gates of his inner cosmos.
From the rift stepped his army.
The Undead General Malthius erged first, clad in bone armor that pulsed with necrotic flas. His hollow eyes glead as he bowed.
"My liege… this realm breathes with greater power than the one we left. Even gods here are as fragile as mortals. To think you conquered such a place so soon… truly, your greatness knows no bounds."
Next ca Dragon General Serynthia, her draconic wings unfurling with a ripple of thunder. Her scales shimred with the reflection of countless laws. She inhaled deeply, the air of this higher universe fueling her bloodline.
"My Lord, this world is rich with energies beyond what I have ever known. To soar here is to feel eternity itself. You have truly elevated us, as only an Overlord could."
The Mountain King followed, towering like a living fortress of stone and magma. He struck his chest, making the plaza quake.
"Ha! Here, the mountains whisper to as if they were infants. If the gods of this realm are children, then under your command we shall be giants. With you as our emperor, no force can stand against us."
Sword General Jian Longchen unsheathed his blade, the gleam of steel catching starlight. He bowed low, his voice calm yet reverent.
"Even in this place, where laws run deeper than oceans, your sword still stands supre. I shall cut down any who oppose you, be they princes or gods."
Finally, from the shadows stepped the cha General Shadow Reaper. His body of steel and void pulsed with runes of annihilation.
"In the lower cosmos, I thought myself strong. Here, I feel like a fledgling. Yet you, Emperor, stand unshaken. With your Architect's Sight, even my designs may finally evolve. Lead us, and I shall carve a path of steel and blood across galaxies."
His voice was a low hum of machinery and will.
Igaris regarded them all with calm pride. "You have followed through death and rebirth, through worlds high and low. Now I summon you not only as warriors, but as rulers. This empire will beco your proving ground. Rise in power. Conquer weakness. Oynstar will be the foundation upon which we ascend further still."
The generals bowed deeply, their voices unified. "As you command, Overlord."
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For the next month, Oynstar thrived under their leadership.
Malthius commanded the border necropolises, raising legions of tireless undead soldiers to guard the frontier. Their hollow eyes glead, unyielding sentinels against any invasion.
Serynthia took control of the aerial and space fleets, her draconic instincts molding soldiers into disciplined warriors who moved with the grace of storms.
The Mountain King reshaped entire planets, raising fortresses from bedrock, carving defense lines that could withstand armadas. His very presence inspired miners and builders, who saw the land itself co alive under his hand.
Jian Longchen trained the elite sword corps, their blades singing in unison under his tutelage. He molded once-average soldiers into warriors who could split warships with a single strike.
Shadow Reaper worked in the underground forges with the engineers, integrating his cha designs with Igaris's guidance. Soon, colossal battlesuits marched beside soldiers, their steps quaking the earth.
The nobles and generals of Oynstar, once doubtful of Igaris, now bowed with genuine reverence. They had never seen such a complete transformation, not in decades, not even under the old emperor.
Rosella watched all of this with conflicted eyes. Each passing day, she saw how Igaris ruled—not through tyranny or manipulation, but through unshakable strength and vision. Her heart wavered, torn between admiration and her own pride.
And through it all, Igaris prepared.
The four enemy empires did not retaliate imdiately. Their wounds were deep, their pride stung, their armies hesitant to face the man who had annihilated their fleets. But Igaris would not grant them the luxury of ti.
One morning, the war banners of Oynstar were lifted high above the capital. Trumpets blared. The plazas filled with soldiers, citizens, and nobles alike.
Igaris stood at the front, cloaked in the light of the Infinite Law Tree.
"We will not wait for scavengers to circle again. The Azure Sovereignty is nearest. They were the first to strike, and so they will be the first to fall. Their arrogance shall be our stepping stone."
The soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
"Victory! Victory for Oynstar! Victory for the Emperor!"
The fleets of Oynstar gathered in orbit, their new warships gleaming, their cannons humming with law-forged power. The undead legions, the dragon squadrons, the sword corps, the cha battalions—all stood ready.
Rosella watched from the side, her violet eyes wide as she saw the sheer scale of the force he had assembled. Her heart whispered what her pride would not let her speak aloud.
This man… truly was born to rule.
Igaris raised his hand. Space trembled, stars quaked. His voice carried across galaxies.
"March. The era of prey is over. Oynstar shall devour the Celestials themselves."
And with that, the fleets ignited. Engines roared, space split open, and the war march of Oynstar began.
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