The Vyraak Dominion had six God Emperors and their God Kings numbered in the millions, lower-order immortals under God Kings could not even be counted, making this lower realm a gem among an endless sea of coal.
Of the six God Emperors, five of them were immortals at the fourth-dinsional level, and the first God-Emperor Vyraak himself had reached the seventh-dinsional level, his status as one in an Era genius was nothing to scoff at, and all the five other God Emperors that had ascended remained at the fourth-dinsional level even after all this ti.
When the Vyraak Dominion decided to consu the Wills of other universes, Vyraak was not part of that decision because, for the first ti in his life, he decided to explore reality.
For countless years his fellow gods had been pleading with him to catch a glimpse of all that existence had to offer, but Vyraak was adamant in his decision to forever watch over his ho, he did not want to leave the land of his birth, but ti and their endless insistence wore him down.
Vyraak could no longer deny that even with his great talent that allowed him to reach the seventh-dinsional level while remaining in his ho universe, he had long known that he reached a barrier in his growth that even his great talent could not overco, and perhaps he needed to travel through reality to gain enlightennt. There was no opposition here for him to fight, no challenges to test him, and if he did not push himself, he would forever be stuck at the seventh-dinsional level, which was not a bad place to be, but Vyraak knew that he was still capable of much more, and the call of Destiny was one that difficult to ignore.
Ninety-three million years after he left the Vyraak Dominion, he had already traveled far from his ho, and he had seen so much wonder, fought great battles, and nearly died more tis than he was comfortable rembering, and he felt the barriers over the higher dinsional states loosening, and he was grateful that he gave himself the opportunity to travel through multiple dinsions, but even with his obvious progress, he still missed ho.
Vyraak knew that he should still roam reality for a while longer but he wanted to see his birthplace again, and after a while, he could return back to roaming through existence, Vyraak believed that it was possible for him to reach the eighth-dinsional state if he returned ho. His mind was made up, he was about to begin his journey back to his ho when the Frozen Road was destroyed.
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He still rembered that mont clearly, even till this mont, Vyraak could still hear the laughter of the Sirens as their massive heads imploded and the radiance of the Frozen Road was banished. It was one of the most glorious and horrific sights that he had ever witnessed.
Perhaps for others, it might have taken them a few monts to realize the ramifications of the destruction of this road and its effects on the lower realms, but Vyraak who had seen millions of universes at this point and knew the power of his ho and the concept of superiority that had beco engrained in the mind of his people could easily predict what was going to be happening next.
When he left his universe he believed that he was the greatest genius to ever live. He had virtually pushed past all known barriers without any issue and was only a single step away from becoming an immortal who stood at the peak of reality, but his exposure to the true powers of reality had shown him the error of his ways, he had been broken too many tis for his pride to remain, and his fellow God Emperors were like him, big fishes in a small pond, not understanding the imnsity of the deep.
Without hesitation, he broke into the Passage of Ti. Vyraak knew that he needed to be an eighth-dinsional entity to use this road but in his panic, he did not care.
The God Emperors of Vyraak Dominion had not traveled through reality as much as he had, in fact, they had never left the lower realms, and they did not understand the true depth of power that was available in reality.
Vyraak expected that they would see this as an opportunity to plunder other universes when instead this should have been the ti for them to be laying low and praying for all the luck in existence that their tiny universe escape the gaze of the ever-hungry great powers. He had seen how much the bounties of the lower dinsions were craved by Primordial Forces, and he understood that before their hunger, nothing was safe.
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Traveling through the Passage of Ti was the most difficult ordeal that Vyraak had ever undertaken, and knowing that there were greater geniuses with Primordial Bloodlines who could effortlessly travel through this place made him fight harder to reach his world, he knew the imnsity of the heavens, and knew the aning of fear.
He was too weak to defend his ho if a Primordial Force was to beco aware of it. Vyraak Dominion was unique, its Will was powerful and they would crave it. Vyraak did not know how he continued to endure his journey through the Passage of Ti, but the thought of the fate that might befall his world was more painful than any torture that the Passage was inflicting upon him. The visions, the weird voices, and the thoughts ripping through his mind and soul were pushed aside, as he ran for his world, he should be there to defend it when the ti cos.
Unknown to the God Emperor, as he struggled and bled inside the Passage of Ti to reach his destination, a purple rune that almost looked like a pyramid was beginning to etch itself inside of his soul, and even though he was a powerful seventh-dinsional immortal, he had no idea that he had beco branded… by the Mark of Primordial Ti.
If there was the slightest chance that he would be aware of this change in his soul, then he lost that opportunity because he was entirely devoted to reaching his ho, "Please… please… let make it in ti."
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Vyraak felt the mont his universe died. His connection with it was that strong, after all, one-half of its Will was buried inside his soul.
He discovered that The Passage of Ti had scrambled his senses and he had overshot his universe, if not for this error in judgnt perhaps he would have made it in ti, this accursed place seed almost alive, and when the death cries of his universe rippled through creation, the Passage of Ti had ensured that he heard every excruciating detail of the sound of his ho being turned to ash.
The Passage of Ti mocked him, but the pain he was feeling as one-half of his soul was ripped away from him was greater than the taunts from the Passage.
The details of what happened next flashed through Vyraak's mind with no discernable shape or aning, and the Passage of Ti seed to respond to his thoughts or its own Will.
Distance zood past him in a blur and he found himself kneeling before the detritus of his ho, watching the jackals tear it apart as they sought out its marrows so they could drain it of the inheritance that he and his people had nurtured for countless eons.
If Vyraak was in a normal state of mind he would have noticed that what happened in the Passage of Ti was not normal, and for an immortal like him that had reached the seventh dinsion, it should be almost impossible for him to have lost sense of his direction or the unknown thod that had delivered him back to his universe without his control.
The only thing he could feel at this mont was pain and rage.
"Desecrators!" he scread, tears of blood running down his eyes, and the entire universe filled with battle went still. It was impossible to hide the pain inside Vyraak's heart, and his sorrow resonated with the dying realm, and she wept for her champion.
"I call upon the last Will of my Dominion, watch my hands, watch my eyes, see as I craft a fitting burial shroud for you because none of your villagers shall leave here alive!"
The invaders may think that they were just gods, but Vyraak would remind them all, that his people were dragons.
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