It was at that mont the titles that the era lord was chanting clicked; those were the titles of the being that we would co to know as the maker of the divine path, that thing, the first pathfinder, and that thing was indeed worthy of every single one of those titles.
Ti passed, the era ca to an end, everything started flowing backwards as the rewinds comnced, the goddess located the weakest point in that ti period, then pierced it.
Bang!
And it was right at that mont an entity break free from the shackles of death; it was the era lord, its humanoid body spanning the size of a realm cluster, its eyes shone with madness as it shot towards the breach, but before it could reach, countless horrifying chains wrapped around it and pulled it away from the breach. It struggled and clawed towards the breach.
"No! No! No!"
It scread, but it was futile. It gazed as us and begged,
"Help ! Help ! Help !"
With glowing golden blood flowing from its eyes, the chains pulled its body into a position and started pulling as if they wanted to rip it into pieces. The goddess only glanced at it for a mont before entering the breach with in hand. The last thing I heard was its existence being ripped apart and its final wailing cry, laced with boundless anguish and unwillingness,
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
That wail was engraved in my mind; even now soti it echoed in my thoughts….
After we returned to our ti, we noticed that not much ti had passed.
And that hateful creature had returned, its machine armies locked in a deadly battle with the songstress.
And without hesitation, we locked into a battle of our own in the false realm.
Unsurprisingly, it had developed a counter for the goddess's attacks; we were on the losing end, but all of that changed when the goddess launched a symphony identical to that of the ti cage being rewound,
[temporal lody!]
After which all of the creature's attacks rewound. I rember the shock on its chanical face, and before it knew it, the goddess shattered its body. But before she could seal its will, it escaped once again.
Up to this day, it had the best escaping abilities I have ever co across; they far surpassed its attacking abilities.
Ti passed once more; we wandered around the universe and perford our lodies. We weren't worried about that creature because we knew it would take a long ti before it could recover.
In our travels, we realized that the universe itself was evil; it promotes and urges creatures to kill one another.
No matter which arch realm we ventured to, there would always be war and death, never the opposite.
We learned about many things, such as the primal war of the end, the five entities who triggered that war.
The realm of doom.
The alpha paths.
The top civilizations and clans of the universe, such as the death worms, humanity, innate beings, damned ones/sacred divines, and the soulians. These were the strongest groups in the universe, the humans being the strongest because they had so how miraculously produced two pathfinders.
Ti passed; the goddess had reached the end of the 8th tier, with no way forward because of the ti and space seal. But after millions of years, the goddess found a way forward; she used a forbidden echo as a telescope and catapult.
The past and present united, stepping one foot outside of the cage.
"I. Am. True sound."
She declared boldly; her voice rang through out the present and so of the past.
It was also at this mont that she changed. She gazed into the past and frowned; she looked to the future, her eyes penetrating a weakness in the seal by simultaneously shifting through infinite frequencies. She gazed at the sound beyond the seal, and an instant later her eyes dimd.
I don't know what she saw, but whatever it was, it changed her existence forever; a new feeling blood within her existence, endless hopelessness; it consud her two other aspects of self.
She then disappeared and appeared inside her arch realm and sat on her throne.
She didn't even take with her; she ignored as if I didn't exist.
She remained seated on that throne for years and years, never moving, never speaking, never weaving a lody, just existing in a corpse-like state. It was as if her performance had co to an end, and I, I remained standing motionless behind her like her shadow.
Words could not describe how much it pained my existence to see her in such a state.
Millions of years passed; we remained still as if frozen in ti.
So ti ago, I noticed the true NANITE had also taken that step, but for so reason, he didn't attack us; he also went silent.
During these years, the songstress and their instrunts had been operating on their own, locked in perpetual battle with the techno wises.
Ti continued to flow, and tens of millions of years passed when a familiar sound of a creature engraving a path rang out.
And for the first ti in a long ti, the goddess flickered with vitality; her eyes flashed for a second before dimming once more. My heart shivered with chaotic emotions.
And in the blink of an eye, that path rang out once more, and this ti the goddess beca fully alive, and a new force blood in her existence: hope. And like a hungry beast, it devoured the hopelessness with in her. The goddess then muttered a single word,
"Alpha!"
After which her silent existence blood once more with lodies, and countless strings manifested as she searched for this new pathfinder, but it was futile; there were no karmic traces of it. She frowned, then sent out orders to find this pathfinder.
And I could see that she was about to search herself, but for so reason, she didn't.
And now, to the current day, the goddess received ssages that the pathfinder was in the doom realm. Our gazes penetrated the doom realm and gazed at him, a karma-less obsidian beast that was extrely cruel; it hunted divine beings left and right, killing them vicious and then sealing their laws inside a wooden chest.
The mont we gazed at it, we could tell that it was a clone, and not surprisingly, I could sense a character flaw from him as well, and it was unlike the ones I had encountered before; for it was chaotic, wrathful, arrogant, selfish, and dominant.
Other than that, I didn't see what was so special about him for the goddess to take interest until I saw him turn and gaze towards us. I knew he hadn't seen us, but he sensed us, which was incredible.
He retreated his gaze and continued hunting.
I gazed at the goddess, waiting for her order, and she said,
"I will see how he handles the hunters before I decide."
Her voice was lodic. Yes, those hunters I sensed them laying out multiple layers of webs of death for him.
….
A concealed rabbit-like obsidian cosmic horror stood on an all-expansive continent laced with gore and death. Behind him was an army asuring in the trillions, their bodies pulsed with savagery so intense that it stained everything with in a light year of their crimson.
Their armor was broken and bloody, and behind them lay a bloody landscape filled with glowing giant flags, each engraved with obsidian rabbit ears.
None of them were below the world stomper rank. They stood orderly, waiting for his next command; in their perception, he was a horrifying blurry and frizzy shadow spanning the size of a realm.
Over the years, he had been like the shadow of death, his figure concealed as he silently killed divine beings left and right and collected their laws.
He turned and gazed towards his strongest warrior, and she stood a few light years next to him Alexandra. Her body pulsed with a chaotic aura mixed with the divine and true aning; he could sense that she was close to taking that step and evolving into a divine being of pure combat.
She had proven to be his most useful pawn, especially in this realm of extre combat and death, where her true aning of combat fed off the endless battles around her and beca empowered and strengthened.
She had killed countless creatures and shattered countless armies and civilizations.
His eyes flashed with countless ideas, then he retracted his gaze and vanished after leaving her a command.
Years after years, he traveled billions of light years, a distance that was no different than a drop in an ocean for a realm such as the realm of doom.
"!"
When suddenly he froze; his instincts scread at him, telling him that two terrifying entities gazed down on him. He felt the curiosity laced within these gazes as they attempted to dissect his existence.
He knew that the owners of these gazes could instantly sink him into eternal rest if he should confronted them face to face, but he wasn't worried, for he was certain that he was almost unkillable in the material verse.
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