Nyreth stood before Zhel-Vorah, his figure a shadow amidst the radiance of the chamber. His dark smile stretched across his face like a crescent moon, full of malice and unspoken triumph. The chamber, once still and divine, now felt like a battlefield on the edge of annihilation.
"Before the dawn of Time…" Nyreth began, his voice dripping with ancient knowledge. "There was only the Endless Void—no past, no future. There was no place for hope, no meaning for existence. Then came the Xir'vanta, the Yggdrasil, and the Nihilith. The Creators, the first to realize that their existence alone defied the very concept of evolution. We were born of this void, of this endless expanse."
Zhel-Vorah's eyes glinted with curiosity, but he remained silent, sensing something dark and powerful unfolding before him.
Nyreth's voice grew heavier, laden with power. "Their existence alone was enough to create this—the darkness we came from. To shape a beautiful world, they sacrificed everything, poured their will into it. The result was the Origin Crystal. A singular force that merged with the fundamental forces of reality, creating us. The very first beings—the 1st Gen Origin—born before time itself And so, our race slowly moved forward, and our numbers continued to increase. Our decendents were called the 2nd Gen Origin."
The words felt like an endless echo, reverberating through Zhel-Vorah's consciousness.
"We were born with no past, no future. We were not bound by time, space, destiny, or fate. We had the power to write time, to control space, to dictate the flow of destiny by our will." Nyreth's eyes gleamed with a wicked, almost unearthly pride. "And as life emerged—when living beings were created—we became Gods. The first of our kind."
Zhel-Vorah's wings twitched at the mention of this creation, the raw energy in Nyreth's words rattling him.
"But…" Nyreth's voice turned darker. "A problem emerged. The Origin Crystal appeared again. This time, it fell to the lower Expansions, where it fused with lesser beings. They were called the 3rd Gen Origin. These beings—these false gods—were nothing like us. I became consumed by jealousy. We, the absolute first, created by the crystal itself. They, the impostors, birthed from fragments of our creation."
Zhel-Vorah's heart beat faster. He had heard of this, but he didn't fully grasp the extent of the betrayal until now.
Nyreth chuckled, a bitter sound. "When I ascended to the rank of True Elder God, I stopped following the rules. I gave the lower expansions gifts. More importantly I gave my precious gifts to your world—my requiems, my Nothingness, and my Cup of Reincarnation. It was all for entertainment." He smiled darkly. "And I came to know of the Sacred Tomb, the highest state— that would allow me to become the Supreme God Emperor. Once I ascended to that, I would be the one to represent my planet—no, to rule all of them."
Zhel-Vorah stood still, absorbing the weight of Nyreth's words. The pieces of the puzzle, the chaos that had followed his every step, were finally falling into place.
"I tried to conquer other planets, to erase the 3rd Gen Origin, but then…" Nyreth's voice grew colder. "Then came Eleanor, the one who sealed me in the lower Expansion. For millennia, I was trapped, but I never stopped waiting. I knew one day, the Thrones would meet and create a portal to the Vast Expansion. But it was uncertain… until I saw him."
Zhel-Vorah's heart stilled as Nyreth's smile twisted with dark satisfaction.
"Your son, Zenex," Nyreth continued, his eyes gleaming with venom. "I watched him carry the Dias Grimmore, the being torn between love and protection. I knew that if I could shatter it, the energy would help me reach the Vast Expansion. But… I'm a bit lazy. I thought, 'Why not enjoy the game a little longer?' And so, I decided to play with you all."
Zhel-Vorah's mind reeled as the truth struck him like a blade. Everything, every pain, every loss—it had been part of Nyreth's plan. The tragedy, the battles, the betrayals, all of it had been orchestrated from the shadows by Nyreth.
The memories of his losses—of Aurelia, Zenex, of the Dias Grimmore—rushed forward, and a cold fury swelled within him.
"You…!" Zhel-Vorah's voice cracked, his fury rising to an almost unbearable level. His wings flared in anger, and for a moment, the chamber seemed to tremble beneath the weight of his rage.
Nyreth watched him with calm, almost detached amusement. "Ah, yes, Zhel-Vorah… do you remember that day? The day you lost everything once again? Yes, I am the one who whispered your darkest secrets to her, the one who forced her tobetray you, yes your wife Aurelia. No__I should say the reincarnation of Lyn. And now, this situation—this chaos—is all a result of my actions."
Zhel-Vorah felt his heart shatter, but then… something cold, something primal, took root in him. He smiled—terrifyingly.
"So now, it's time to end this."
With that, the air around Zhel-Vorah thickened. His power exploded outward, rippling through the very fabric of reality, ready to tear apart everything that stood before him.
The battle began.
Nyreth stood his ground, his form shifting into something otherworldly—a swirling vortex of shadow and void. The Nothingness swirled around him like an aura, consuming the light, distorting the world around them.
Zhel-Vorah raised his hand, summoning the powers of the Sky Azure Dragon, his form glowing with energy. Lightning arced through the chamber, tearing apart the air with its intensity.
But Nyreth was no longer just a god. He was beyond. His form rippled, and the air itself seemed to bend in obedience to his will.
The battle between them was a clash of titans. Zhel-Vorah's power collided with Nyreth's, a war between creation and destruction, light and darkness. Zhel-Vorah's wings slashed the air, but Nyreth's shadows consumed them, twisting them into nothingness.
For every strike Zhel-Vorah delivered, Nyreth absorbed it, turning his own power into the very Nothingness that devoured existence itself. Each blow Zhel-Vorah struck felt like it was pulling him deeper into the void, into the abyss where time and space no longer mattered.
"You cannot win," Nyreth laughed, his voice echoing with the distortion of reality. "I have already shattered the foundation of this world. All that's left is the void."
Zhel-Vorah's eyes glowed fiercely, his will unbroken. "Then let me remind you… you are not the only one who can shape Nothingness."
He summoned his final power—the Sky Azure Storm, the energy that could carve worlds apart, the force that could shatter even the strongest of gods. The storm surged, racing toward Nyreth, but Nyreth simply waved his hand. The Nothingness absorbed it, dissolving the attack as if it were nothing more than air.
"It's useless, it's all useless. I expected greater things from you. But you are peice of trash." Nyreth laughed coldly.
He opened a portal.
"Now it's the time to go Throne world. Bye my pet dino."
Zhel-Vorah growled in frustration, but he didn't stop. "You will pay for this, Nyreth."
The air grew thicker, the very ground shaking with the force of their conflict. This battle would decide everything—the future, the fate of the realms, and the ultimate question of who would rule.