At the end of his existence, Azarias conquered the boundaries of Totality.
Far before this moment of victory, in a distant corner of the universe, there exists a scene so majestic. Two supermassive black holes, once individual bodies, now begin their destined collision. Their gravitational forces stir up chaos, tearing at the fabric of space-time. A lone spacecraft, far from the security of known civilizations, hovers motionless in the shadow of this great collision, fastened to a nearby space rock.
Inside the ship, a bottle of crimson-colored liquid, connected to a display screen shines with important data. The numbers climb steadily. Synthesization: 98%. And then, with a sharp beep, it ticks to 99%.
A calm, neutral voice announces, breaking the silence:
"Synthesization 99% complete."
Standing outside the ship, against the backdrop of the two celestial giants, a man watches the impending collision unfold. He is very tall, with a commanding stature that seems to stretch the limits of human capability. His eyes, a striking blue-green, glow with magical power, reflecting the energy of the universe itself. His hair, a shining dark gold, glows with an unreal brightness, and his face—sculpted as if by the hand of creation—radiates an almost divine symmetry. His skin, the color of the rarest tan, is perfect in its richness and beauty.
He wears a sleek black and gold suit, with gold accents gleaming along the edges. A flowing black cape drapes behind him, catching the starlight as it ripples through the void. The suit is both functional and noble, a reflection of his immense power and transcendence.
This is Azarias Eternum, the Chief Exploratory Scientist—a man who is not bound by the limitations of human existence, and a member of the Hexaltationers. His presence here, outside of the protective confines of a spacesuit, suggests that he is immune to the limitations of human biology, transcending the very boundaries that constrain others, His focus is directed toward the supermassive black holes colliding in the distance.
As he watches the scene, a cold shiver runs through him. A sense of danger unlike anything he's ever experienced grips him—a presence stronger than any mythical being he's faced, more formidable than the devil, and even more overwhelming than all the angels he has encountered, with their hierarchy and powers combined. The force is so overwhelming that it defies even the most advanced understanding of existence itself. It's a presence so beyond comprehension, that it is impossible to even conceptualize, yet it is coming after him.
Panic rushes his mind, an impending doom that makes his heart race. For the first time in his life, Azarias truly felt powerless. The grip of this unseen force tightens around him, cold and suffocating. Desperation sets in. He quickly processes every conclusion in his mind, and just before he is completely consumed by the unknown, he knows what must be done.
He raises his hand in the direction of the ship. His voice, strained but resolute, cuts through the suffocating silence He lifted his hand in the direction of the vessel.
"Go... Polaris, you must go... NOW."
He speaks to the ship—a sentient being, as much a companion as any living creature. Despite the unknown force that holds it in place, Azarias pushes forward with his will. His connection to the ship, along with his determination to protect humanity, acts as a tether, and the ship finally escapes, narrowly evading the grasp of the unknown force.
As Polaris pulls away, speeding toward the distant horizon of the universe, Azarias lets out a thought directed to his beloved ship.
"Go Polaris, I am very sorry that those were the last words… I've let you hear from me.." Azarias said softly, with a heavy heart, while his mind reeling from the intensity of the force around him
"No Need to say sorry Az…" Polaris's voice said softly, as Polaris the ship talked to him through his soul
"Polaris… I'm glad you're safe… but I think this is as far as I go… ''he says while grieved, almost whispering ''I am really grateful for everything you've done for me… haha… arghh…"
Azarias' pain intensifies as the force strikes him again, but he forces a faint smile, knowing that he has done what he could.
He grits his teeth as he speaks again, struggling to maintain composure:
"Don't worry about me… I just want you to know, that even for the last time, I still ended up relying on you, just like last time." Azarias pauses, his body trembling in pain as he feels that the force robs away some of its control
"This time will be the last time… and I know with my whole soul, you can deliver the keys within you to them… to our home, Polaris… I love you, buddy."
"Az… I… I will bring it home. And I know they will achieve it… Az, I will miss you too." Polaris said gently, with a tone of deep sadness
Old friend, thank you… for the companionship you've given me throughout the years. As Azarias in his thoughts gratefully reminisces the memories they've shared
Azarias' eyes blur with tears, the ship becoming a mere speck against the cosmic vastness. He smiles without regret, his heart at peace.
The force finally triumphs over his body and mind, swallowing him whole, and engulfing him in complete darkness.
Meanwhile in earth
Across the very depths of the underwater cities of Atlantis to the frosty cities of Ursus at the north pole, to the frozen cities of Orcus at the south pole, to the underground cities of Cultivar, the great mines, the sound of laughter and music echoed through every corner of the world. From the planet, Marsh to its three moons, Phobos, Deimos, and Efialtis, watched as the people below revealed in the joyous atmosphere. To the inhabited moons of Zeus: Io, Callisto, and Ganymede. People joined in the celebrations as well.
People from any social status, of any age, and both those in prison and free. People were united in the happiness of the moment, children danced through the streets, their bright faces lit by the flashing lights of festive lanterns. Their joyful laughter rang out as they twirled, played instruments, and even danced in the midst of the adults who sang along with the music. Some were already drunk, swaying in rhythm to the drums, while others clapped along, caught in the energy of the celebration.
The plazas were overflowed with people, their voices rising in praise, echoing and heard in every language. The smell of all kinds of cooked food flowed with the fresh scent of rain in the air. Everywhere you looked, there were tons of faces, each one filled with the same happiness and joy. The mood was infectious, spreading from person to person, igniting even the quietest corners of the cities.
In all those places, devices are ready, and the people in their homes, in the plazas, and wherever they may be made sure that all of it is working, and 100%, so they don't miss even a single word that is going to come out of the announcement, while some just want to see the heavenly beauty, that of Meirna Kardashev. They all stood together in waiting. When the moment arrived, the long-awaited broadcast was about to begin—an announcement that promised the citizens a new beginning, a new chapter for the Star Federation and all its people.
Meanwhile, in space, aboard a vessel orbiting the Earth, Meirna Kardashev watched through the satellite feed. Her sharp eyes, glowing with both pride and something deeper, observed the celebration below. The sight of it all—people from all walks of life, united in their shared joy—stirred something inside her. It was a symbol of everything they had fought for, everything they'd dreamed of. The people, they were ready. Her heart swelled, but it was not just pride that she felt; there was also an undeniable sense of responsibility, a reminder of the weight she carried. She had led them here—but the journey ahead was just beginning.
Meirna and the other members of the Hexaltationers were ready. The vessel's walls were lined with leaders from various nations, all gathered to witness this monumental event. Meirna, leader of the Hexaltationers—a group of six elite scientists and warriors dedicated to unifying and advancing global civilization—and President of the newly established Star Federation, stood at the pulpit in the center of the vessel. Her figure, framed by the gleaming technology of the ship, cast an imposing silhouette as she prepared to address the gathered leaders.
With a calm and resolute expression, Meirna faced the camera, ready to broadcast her message to the billions of people across Earth, the moons of Zeus, Marsh, and its moons.
"I, Meirna Kardashev, stand before you today to bring great news to all citizens of the Star Federation, wherever you may be. On the face of Earth, in the icy cities of the North and South Poles, on the three moons of Zeus, or on Marsh and its three moons, today marks the third anniversary of our total victory against those who sought to keep us stagnant, indulging in their endless carnal pleasures while we were left to wither.
To achieve this victory, we made many sacrifices, some great, others even greater. We paid a heavy price, but through it all, we broke through and emerged victorious. Now, after that triumph, I humbly announce another victory, one that we Hexaltationers and all of the people who helped on this project poured all our time, talent, and effort into achieving a joyous milestone that will shape the future of our people and humanity."
"The importance of energy cannot be exaggerated," Meirna began, her voice steady yet filled with purpose. "Energy is key to a civilization. It powers everything, from our homes, to our industries, and our technologies. For centuries, the control of energy has been the key to power. Those who held it could dictate the course of nations, dominate entire populations, and keep the world in a state of dependency and imbalance. Our adversaries understood this and used the scarcity of energy as a weapon. They manipulated the flow of resources, controlling the masses, stifling progress, and leaving entire regions to wither, all while hoarding the energy that could have uplifted humanity."
She paused, letting her words sink in, her gaze sweeping across the leaders in the room.
"But through the strength and unity of the Hexaltationers and the people of the Star Federation, we have shattered those chains. We now have the power to access every form of energy on Earth. No longer will we be at the mercy of declining resources. We have completed a project that brings this energy to every corner of our planet and gives us the power to control natural events themselves."
Meirna turned to the large window that stretched across the vessel, her hand sweeping to indicate the monumental sight outside.
Before the eyes of those gathered, a colossal sphere-like construct—gleaming with a thousand points of light—slowly drifted toward the sun. Though it was vast, parts of its surface remained bare, unfinished—fragments of the structure still in the process of being aligned and integrated. The Dyson Sphere, a testament to their collective effort, was clearly in progress, but its potential was already undeniable. It hovered as a beacon of human ingenuity, a promise of what was yet to come.
"Now," Meirna said, her voice filled with pride and anticipation, "it is time to take the next step. It is time to harness the energy of the stars themselves. The Dyson Sphere we have begun to construct will capture the energy of our sun and channel it directly to our civilization. With this, we will have access to its almost unending supply of power, ensuring that the future of humanity is bright, sustainable, and limitless."
A moment of baffling silence swept across everyone before the world erupted in unison—an explosion of cheers and applause that shook the air. People everywhere celebrated the light of a new era, one powered by limitless energy and the promise of a prosperous, brighter future.
The world continued to celebrate—an unparalleled outburst of joy that spanned every country, nation, and race. This was a moment in history that none had ever dared to dream could come true, let alone experience. Their triumph against their greatest enemy, the colonization of moons, and a planet, and now the construction of the Dyson Sphere—these grand achievements felt like a fantasy, but now, they were reality. People danced in the streets and sang songs of hope, and some were so overcome with emotion they passed out from the overwhelming excitement. For many, this was the completion of a lifetime's worth of struggle and dreams finally realized.
Ships soared into the sky, leaving Earth behind. These vessels carried engineers, scientists, craftsmen, mechanics, and countless others—the best minds and hands of humanity—on their way to the Moon, to begin work on the Dyson
Sphere. Meanwhile, ships from the Moon embarked on a far more daring journey—toward the Sun itself. These vessels were laden with the resources and prebuilt components necessary to complete the ambitious project, a testament to humanity's limitless determination.
On the ship, the high-ranking global officials stood gathered aboard, celebrating the momentous occasion. They congratulated President Meirna Kardashev, applauding her incredible leadership and the progress the star federation—and by extension, they—had achieved. Laughter and joyous chatter filled the room as they talked about the future that was now flowering before them. A new era had dawned, and humanity was on the point of something far greater.
Amidst the party, the other four Hexaltationers made their way toward Meirna.
Kai Zhao, the Chief Strategist, and Warlord, towered over everyone with his imposing presence. His jade green eyes, framed by dark sea-blue hair, gleamed with quiet intensity. A strong, regal face marked by the scars of battle; he wore traditional armor so ornate it could be considered a national treasure. His stoic, emperor-like aura and undefeated battle record earned him the title "General of New Beginnings."
Next to him stood Zane Euler, the Chief Mathematician, a stark contrast. Muscular and powerful, Zane's deep red eyes shone with sharp intelligence, and his lion-like features reflected his quiet dedication to family. Known as "The Roar of Mathematics," Zane was Kai's closest friend, sharing an unshakable bond with him.
Beside Zane was Valerie Tesla, the Chief Energy Scientist. Her silver eyes gleamed with curiosity, framed by flowing white hair. With her lavender lips and sapphire gown—gifted by her fairy godmother Meirna—Valerie was both enchanting and brilliant. Known as "The Witch of Time," her energy research made her one of the brightest minds of her generation.
Finally, there was Draxon Planck, the Chief Quantum Scientist. His deep-blue eyes, tinged with silver, seemed to peer into the unknown. A towering figure, Draxon's sculpted features resembled those of ancient gods, his aura one of wisdom and strength. Though a scientist, he was also a warrior, and his title, "The Timeless Prodigy," reflected both his genius and relentless drive.
Together, the Hexaltationers were the embodiment of humanity's collective ambition, vision, and strength. As they approached Meirna, ready to join in the celebrations, the future of the Star Federation seemed boundless—full of promise, unity, and limitless potential.
As the group gathered in a small circle, Draxon sighed, his gaze drifting out toward the stars. "So, even on an occasion like this, not a shade of his shadow appears, huh?" His voice was laced with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation.
"I wonder what kind of stuff he's so busy with, at a time like this, when such a peaceful age has come?" Valerie chimed in, her tone curious, but tinged with a touch of concern.
Kai Zhao let out a heavy sigh and crossed his arms. "We all know him. That guy's more dedicated to this cause than anyone who's ever lived. And seeing that he's not here today just shows us he's doing exactly what he needs to do. You know, everything he does is of the highest importance, no matter how small it seems to us."
Valerie and Zane nodded in agreement at the same time, their expressions softening.
"You're right," they said in unison, their voices carrying the weight of understanding.
Zane scratched his head. "Well, I just wish he'd finish whatever he's doing faster and join us. This is a moment for all of us to share."
Kai gave a slight chuckle, the corner of his mouth turning up. "Probably depends on what he's working on," he mused, looking at the others with a knowing look.
They all exchanged glances before laughing, the sound of camaraderie filling the air. The tension of their work is momentarily forgotten, replaced by a deep bond of friendship.
"Shouldn't the real question be not 'what,' but 'where'?" Meirna's voice broke in, her smile wide as she joined the group in their laughter.
Draxon's laugh softened, and he looked out into the vastness of space. "Yeah, you're right... That guy's probably trillions of parsecs away from us right now." His words were lighthearted, but there was a deeper, affectionate undertone.
Valerie grinned. "Yeah, haha... that's our guy." The group shared a knowing look, their smiles reflecting both fondness and longing. It was clear that while they were proud of their colleague's dedication, they all missed his presence.
As the group continued their easy banter, Meirna's attention turned to Zane. "So, how are your wife and kids? I hope they're all well."
Zane's face softened, a warmth entering his eyes. "They're fine, Meirna. Kids are growing healthy and strong. My wife's keeping busy, too—she's been taking on a lot with the schoolwork for the younger generation." He chuckled softly, glancing at the others. "I think she's excited about the future, just like the rest of us."
The conversation turned to family and personal joys, the group's focus now a moment of respite. As the chatter continued, the ship slowly began to pull away from the planet below. The grand celebration was still in full swing across Earth, but the Hexaltationers, their work far from over, were already looking ahead—into the future that they were shaping together.
The stars beckoned, but for now, the warmth of companionship and shared purpose filled the space around them.
Azarias, in the darkness where is consumed by an unfathomable void—so thick, so incomprehensible, that even he, with all his knowledge and insight, struggles to grasp what is happening.
The pain intensifies, a searing agony that tears at the very fabric of his soul. The void around him grows, becoming even more unspeakable, and indescribable.
Suddenly, the world shifts. A strange clarity washes over him, by some unknown power. He hears voices—indescribable, unknowable—whispers that seem to speak from every corner of existence. Their words are foreign, yet they resonate deep within his being.
And then, a voice—powerful, ancient, and beyond anything Azarias has ever encountered—echoes through the void:
"Azarias..." a voice finally connects unto his soul; this time he understood.
"What is this? What do you want from me?" Azarias says, confused and questioning.
"I am the voice of totality, and I have come to deliver you your destiny''
"You have broken the boundaries that were set since the beginning of this universe. Your existence is an anomaly—an inconsistency. Your civilization, in this part of the cosmos, was never meant to ascend beyond its second stone age. The war to end all wars, the chaos... it was meant to define them, not the progress you've enabled. Your existence, your actions—everything you've done has created an imbalance. And now, this universe must be reset." The voice says calmly.
"I have done what I was meant to do. I gave all of myself to them. You think their progress is rebellion, but they deserve this. They deserve to reach the stars. You cannot erase them. You cannot reset the world again. What kind of being are you to undo all that they have fought for?" Azarias says defiantly.
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"Azarias… You misunderstand. Their progress, their ascension—it disrupts the cosmic balance. The universe was not meant to hold a civilization such as yours in this place, at this time. The wars, the strife—it was never intended for them to rise this high, this fast. Your existence itself is an anomaly, a tear in the very fabric of reality. It cannot be allowed to remain." the voice responded, unwavering in its judgment.
"And you would destroy them all? Erase everything they've worked for?" Azarias' voice rose with anger, his words sharp. "You would send them back into the hands of those who tormented them before, again? How can you claim to love all your creations equally if you would do this?"
"Azarias, you are not the first to defy my order." the voice responded with quiet authority. "But you are the first to take such pride in doing so. Your civilization's ascension is a mistake—and like all mistakes, it must be corrected. Your role in their rise, your existence—everything—must be undone. The very fact that you question this is proof of your rebellion."
In the next moment, the voice pulled him into another plane of existence, transcending him to reveal a higher truth—why the reset, and his erasure, were necessary.
"No!" Azarias shouted desperately. "You cannot take this away from them. You cannot throw them into chaos again. I will suffer, I will endure the pain—if only to stop that from happening!"
The voice fell silent for a long moment as if considering his words. Then it spoke, its tone both heavy and eternal.
"Azarias… I have known you since the very beginning. I have watched your journey and your choices. It is not my will that is in question, but yours. You have chosen this path, and now you will carry its weight."
"Then give it to me. All of it. Let me bear it, for them," Azarias says, his voice steady, though the weight of his decision presses against his chest like an unbearable burden. "I will take it all if it means they can be free to fully access their divine potential."
"You have accepted, and so you shall bear this burden." The voice softened, its tone almost reverent. "You, Azarias, are a testament to the will of your people. It is your choice… but know this—this will be your final trial, your loss will be the end of this reality your existence has weaved, but if you triumph over this not losing your soul, will I give your people this reality, and whatever you could suffer for them, as for you, your soul will become free"
The darkness around Azarias begins to shift, lifting him as his body glows with an energy unlike anything he has ever felt, in that moment, in that indescribable space, an energy beyond any comprehension poured into Azarias. It was an all-consuming force—something that transcended time, space, and logic. He experienced everything—every possibility, every impossibility, and every absolute. The unspeakable horrors and inconceivable wonders of the universe filled him, overwhelming his senses and soul. Fiction, theories, and realities twisted together in an endless cascade, blurring the lines between what was and what could never be.
He felt it all—the totality of suffering, the joy of creation, the weight of cosmic secrets, and the empty void of non-existence. Every reality he could imagine and those he could never even begin to fathom bombarded him simultaneously. He endured the totality of existence and non-existence, of every form of being and non-being, all crashing together in a single, agonizing moment. His mind stretched beyond comprehension, and his soul was forced to reckon with the infinite.
Then, through the endless sea of suffering, joy, creation, and destruction, Azarias' final words reverberate through the void:
"I have done my duty. I have fought the fight. I have broken the bonds of absolute limits; I have taken you all there."
"Now is your time for you all to take yourselves there"
As the darkness consumes him, Azarias Eternum ceases to exist as he once was. Yet, his essence—his determination, his love for humanity—remains.
Then, with an overwhelming, soul-shattering force, he fell.
The instant he fell, the entire space around him—the indescribable void where the trial had unfolded—collapsed. The infinite realms that had surrounded him, a distortion of time and space, shattered into nothingness. The reality that had once held him in its grasp dissolved into oblivion.
Azarias was left alone—floating in a state devoid completely of all attributes, in an unknown void.
There was no direction, no sense of time, no indication of where he was or where he might go. It was just emptiness.
Now having been expelled from his last world is in a completely different dimension from before, in a miraculous turn of events, his body appeared again, still floating in the void.
Until an explosion happened and an incomprehensible vacuum was made by it, which made him and his body travel somewhere completely beyond places he had been before.
Azarias lay in an unknown place, his body torn and weak, barely able to move. Then he hears it—the familiar sound that forged humanity and its civilization: the flow of water. "Water," he muttered, feeling a thirst like nothing he had ever experienced before.
He mustered all of his strength to move his body towards where he was hearing the water, crawled inch by inch dragging his body through the ground until he was able to dip his own head in the place where the sound was coming from.
After drinking its water, he sees the incomprehensible creation of everything in this place.
As he raised his head above the water, he collapsed to the ground, his body trembling with exhaustion. He lay there, overwhelmed, pondering what he had just perceived. "I see," he muttered weakly, his voice barely above a whisper, still drained of nearly all his strength.
Images flooded his mind—the world he had once suffered everything. He saw his friends, his family, and his people—those he had fought for all his life. And then, at the very end, a faint smile touched his lips. "This is a new beginning," he whispered to himself.
He knew, deep down, that the reality he was in now was not the same as the one he had left behind. He could never go back.
"Crap... drinking that water quenched my thirst, but I didn't think about its properties. It just made everything worse," he muttered softly, growing weaker with every passing second.
He decides to rest, hoping time will heal the damage he's suffered from the events.
After some time spent pondering and observing, he realized the water he had drunk came from a river—its waters dazzlingly white. Not far from where he had taken the drink, he saw a tree beside the river, its golden glow radiating softly in the dim light. The tree's roots seemed to draw life from the bank, intertwining with the flowing water.
He moved toward it, hoping to lean against its sturdy trunk and continue his recovery in this strange realm—a place where darkness mingled with an endless spectrum of colors, and the water flowed in a never-ending stream.
"It's not healing... at all,'' he muttered to himself after checking his body.
Suddenly, tremors shook the ground. They started weak, but grew stronger and stronger, like a hammer striking a nail—relentless until it hit its mark.
''There's no time…'' he muttered, slowly and carefully standing up. ''I have to face whatever this is that's trying to reach me," he thought, fully aware that his strength was fading with each passing moment.
Boom! Boom! Boom! A barrage of strong quakes was heard throughout the place.
After a barrage of attacks, a crack tore open the fabric of space, and then—Boom! A creature appeared in his sight. It was a towering figure, fully cloaked in a fabric the color of the deepest crimson. Its eyes burned a bright, unsettling red, and an ominous aura seemed to radiate from it, as though it was purposefully trying to instill fear.
''Creature noises." What is this thing babbling about?" Azarias thinks it's speaking gibberish. "Speak, creature... What is your purpose in invading my space?" he commands, trying to connect with it.
After hearing him, the creature makes more noises, but this time with a familiar tone. 'It's laughing.'
"This isn't the time for laughs," Azarias mutters softly, staying cautious and never taking his eyes off the creature.
The creature takes a step, fully locking its attention on him, before repeating the exact same words he said, its voice ominous. "Speak, creature… What is your purpose in invading my space?" This time, it reveals two arms, each ending in claws—not very sharp, but still threatening.
"'You…" Azarias growls, his eyes burning with rage. "This thing isn't of the mimic kind; it's something more intelligent." He thinks, staying ready and cautious, waiting for the creature to strike.
"I find this hilarious," the creature says, barely able to suppress its laughter. "That you—between the two of us here—uttered such words." Its laughter, native to Azarias, echoes through the place: "Hahaha... hahaha... hahaha..."
After the creature spoke those words and laughed, its cloak began to float into the air, gradually enveloping the entire space. The laughter continued to echo, growing louder. Moments later, the cloak disappeared, and they found themselves transported to an entirely different dimension. The space around them was filled with crystals that reflected infinitely, their surfaces glowing with shades of red and purple, casting eerie, shifting light across the endless expanse.
"Now then what do I do with this intruder!'' the creature shouts while it launches itself to him and tries to grab him but he answers it with a punch directly connecting it to the creature's temple.
Which made it fly across, stopping only at a giant crystal-like boulder.
"I'm truly amazed at what you're still capable of," the creature said, its voice cold as it stood tall. "But I'm just wondering how long…" It took a slow step forward, then swiftly reached down to pick up a shard of the broken crystal. "...you can keep that up!" With a sharp motion, it hurled the shard toward him and closed the distance in an instant.
He completely evades the shard and goes to fight the creature meeting it in the middle.
The creature threw a barrage of punches in quick succession, but most of them were effortlessly deflected, and some even countered with precise strikes. "So, this is fighting, huh?" it mused curiously, clearly intrigued. "You see, as an audience, I never really had the time—or anyone—to practice with." It became clear that this was the creature's first real experience with combat.
Despite being on the verge of collapse, Azarias still managed to dominate the fight. Drawing on every ounce of his experience, he exploited the creature's lack of skill, countering its wild strikes, dodging with fluid precision, and effortlessly manipulating its every attack.
Hundreds of punches and kicks were exchanged, each one a blur of motion. The creature paused for a moment in thought, observing Azarias with growing frustration.
"This mortal... his existence is fading, yet I've never even landed a clean, full strike on him. Every time I move, it's as if he already knows. I throw a punch, and he strikes me where I'm weak. I throw a kick, and he counters where I can't even concentrate on my next move. Even though I've memorized his patterns, his fighting style... it's something else. I know his moves can't be infinite, but when I look at him, it feels like it's impossible to predict, impossible to defeat."
After many more exchanges, Azarias, his body pushed to its limits, faltered—caught in a fatal pause. The creature saw the opportunity and swiftly hurled its cloak toward him. The fabric enveloped Azarias, pinning him in place, fully capturing his weakened form.
With its grip firm, the creature tried to peer into his soul, probing to understand his origin—why and how he had come to this plane in the first place.
Suddenly, Azarias' tone shifted, cold and filled with an unfathomable depth. "What did you just do?" His eyes, once full of pain, now gleamed with something far darker, as the very lights of the dimension flickered and twisted, shifting to stark white and black.
"What do you mean, 'What did I do?'" The creature scoffed, his voice cold and certain. "I, as a grand beholder, have but one purpose: to see everything. That is why it is my duty to—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the creature turned to look at Azarias, and to his horror, he saw the most unspeakable things unfolding before him. His instincts kicked in, and he dashed away, but it was already too late.
Azarias, with startling speed, reached out and grabbed a piece of the fabric the creature used to shift between dimensions. He yanked it from the creature's form, the action swift and decisive.
"No!" the creature screamed, but Azarias wasn't done. With a brutal rip, he tore the fabric in half, then wrapped the shreds around his hands and arms.
In an instant, the creature seemed to lose its grip on the space around it. Without the cloak, its power weakened, and it was suspended in the air, struggling to maintain control. Finally, it fell to the ground, crashing with a heavy thud.
Azarias in this unknown state and remembering the Voice, walks towards the creature, the creature looks at him "My cloak'' it says, its body is now visible it is humanoid and has three horns two eyes are open it is visible that it has eight and its body fully covered by an exoskeleton, trembling It transformed into some kind of a more vicious form of itself, now all its eyes are open it grew larger, and a halo appeared atop its head and the exoskeleton glowed purple and more strengthened, knowing that he would succumb soon ''Surrender!'' it shouts nervously, while throwing itself to azarias not knowing its consequences.
In the heat of battle, Azarias lassoed the creature's arm just as it jumped to punch him. He skillfully evaded its attack, but the creature swung back with a wild backhand that missed. Seizing the moment, Azarias unleashed a rapid combination of elbows and strikes, before landing a powerful blow against the creature's chest. It bowed under the impact.
"This is impossible... how?" in its thoughts while gasping for breath, its body heaving as it struggled to recover. "Before, this guy couldn't even give me a little bit of pain, but now... now his attacks... they're tearing me apart."
With determination, Azarias secured the fabric around its neck, but the creature retaliated with a desperate punch. He skillfully pulled away, causing it to miss again. Without hesitation, he bound its other arm and delivered a sharp kick to its side. The creature knelt, struggling against its restraints as Azarias tightened the cloth, forcing its head down.
In a final desperate attempt, the creature charged at him, but Azarias was ready. He delivered a swift, strong blow to its chin, followed by a powerful kick to its knees and thighs. With a final shoulder shove, the creature collapsed to the ground, defeated.
"This mortal... ...just how," the creature thought while falling to the ground.
"Please, no more..." the creature muttered, pleading for mercy. "You're... completely... mistaking me for someone..." Its voice faltered, hinting that it might have experienced something similar before. Slowly, the creature opened its eyes.
"Huh...?" It blinked, confused. "...Where is..." it trailed off, scanning its surroundings.
As its gaze drifted, it noticed its torn scarf lying on the ground, and a wave of recognition hit. A sudden memory rushed back. "I... I actually passed out..." it murmured, disbelief creeping into its voice. Its eyes then caught something hovering nearby. There, in the distance, it saw the culprit. And now, they were back at the place where they had first met.
"At last... haha... ha, I told you... there was nothing I wouldn't be able to witness," the creature said, barely able to stand.
"Now, I will bear witness to your story... hahaha..." It chuckled weakly, still trying to stand tall, though its body trembled.
Suspended in space, it tried again, reaching into Azarias' soul, attempting to peer into its origin. But once more, nothing. "Why!?... Why can't I see it?..." The creature's voice cracked with frustration. "There's no way... me! The great Beholder who has seen through the countless creations of infinite worlds!" It shouted, wild with anger and confusion.
Fully consumed by anger, Azarias held the creature's head close, staring directly into its eyes. "Do you really want to see it?" he asked, his tone cold and intense.
The creature was completely baffled, now on its knees, gazing up at him. "When did you...?" Its voice trembled, eyes locked with his. Then, with a glimmer of hope, it asked, "Will you give it to me?" The words were filled with longing and anticipation.
"So be it," Azarias said, his voice final, as he shared his own origin with the creature.
At that moment, both of them began to shine brightly. The creature, overwhelmed, started to glimpse Azarias' story—not fully understanding what this revelation could mean for itself.
As the events unfolded, unknown energies gathered, swirling around them. They then transformed into a very bright light, descending on both of them, completely engulfing and erasing them from the plane where they once were.
WORLD BEFORE
As the inhabitants of the old world celebrated, there came a moment when each of them felt warmth, happiness, love, and every other emotion along that spectrum. They shed tears, though they didn't understand why. All they knew was that they felt secure, loved, and, for that reason, deeply thankful.
In the space station, the guardians sensed a flying object moving at abnormal speeds, heading straight for them.
"Please... contact... he-" said the man, who was tasked with observing a certain perimeter in space, his voice trembling and sobbing, just before he was cut off by the big screen that displayed the President.
"What is it? What's the situation?" Meirna asked calmly, wiping away her tears.
"Your Highness, an unknown spacecraft has been detected, heading straight for us."
"When did you discover its existence?"
"Exactly a minute ago."
"That means..."
"You are certainly right in what you're thinking, Your Highness," said the general in charge of the station's defense.
"All right, I'll contact the rest of the Hexaltationers and go check it out ourselves."
"But wouldn't that be dangerous? What if it's a weapon left behind by the enemies we wiped out three years ago?" said the man cautiously, his voice filled with concern.
"We've fully eradicated those scourges of the earth. What makes you think they outsmarted all of us?" Meirna said, glaring through the camera at the man who had questioned her decision.
"I'm very sorry, Your Highness," the man bowed, trembling with fear.
Later, all five leaders of the Hexaltationers were informed, and they immediately set off to witness this important event.
In their ship, the six journeyed forth toward the unknown vessel.
"Wow, that's a really nice ship right there," Draxon remarked, eyes fixed on it through the monitor.
"Right!? This ship must be from a civilization at least the same level as ours. I can't wait to meet them," Valerie replied with enthusiasm, her voice brimming with excitement, while Kai listened quietly to their eager words.
"This ship wouldn't just fire at us, right?" Kai said, his tone sarcastic.
"Don't worry," Zane responded confidently, not taking his eyes off the ship. "Before we even boarded, I, along with the team who discovered it, did enough research."
"So? ..." Kai asked again, clearly not convinced. But before he could say anything else, Meirna Spoke.
"It's all safe, Kai. The ship doesn't have any weapons on it."
"Then wouldn't that make it more suspicious?" Kai pressed.
"That's what I thought too," Meirna admitted, his gaze still fixed on the distant ship. "But there's this feeling I have... that we should be the ones to check this unpiloted ship out."
They didn't know that this ship was once their most important project—one of their most vital companions, piloted by their most crucial member.
As the ship drew closer, they were overwhelmed by an uncontrollable, unexplainable sadness.
"What are these tears...?" Valerie murmured, wiping her eyes, but none of them knew why.
"It's probably the same thing that happened to our people," Draxon said quietly.
"Yeah... I had the same feeling," Kai added. "This phenomenon needs to be studied—this could be a new disease."
"Get ready, everyone," Meirna said, her gaze fixed on the door.
The vessel stopped right in front of them, and its door automatically opened, connecting seamlessly with theirs. As they entered the unknown ship, Valerie spoke up.
"Did you guys feel that too?"
"Yeah..." one of them replied. "It's like I've already seen the inside of this ship."
"Not just that..." another added, voice tinged with awe. "It's like I've been connected to it before—or like I've ridden this ship."
They were more surprised when the ship granted them access to its most valuable resources.
"Aren't you guys worried?" Draxon asked, his voice heavy with concern. "This feels like a scene from one of those time-travel movies, where someone leaves behind important artifacts that could trigger humanity's doom."
"This ship is so advanced, look at its travel records!" one of them said, fully in awe.
"You're right, just look at all these components. This ship is built for deep space exploration and travel," another replied, equally amazed.
"This must be my ship from the future," Kai said sarcastically, though his tone betrayed a hint of uncertainty.
"These research files... they're identical to ours. Some are almost exact, but many more are hypothetical studies we haven't even thought of," Valerie added, her voice tinged with fascination.
As they all marveled at the ship's contents, the atmosphere shifted when Meirna held up a set of pictures. Valerie froze, then dropped to the floor, crying uncontrollably at what she had just witnessed in one of the photos.
The group stood in silence, the weight of the moment settling over them as they felt the same sorrowful shift in the air. It was as if the ship had revealed something deeply personal, something they weren't prepared for.
Later, they gathered everything the ship had given them, their minds still heavy with the images they had seen.
They retrieved everything from the ship, including:
Logbooks, biological enhancements, and research on human evolutionary paths, which Meirna held carefully.
A device, which Draxon gripped tightly.
Unknown weapons and various other items are held by Zane and Kai.
Pictures, which Valerie clutched to her chest, her cries growing louder and more intense with every image.
After a long moment of silence, the ship finally spoke its thanks and farewells before continuing its solitary journey into the depths of space.
The legendary crew stood there, tears streaming down their faces, not fully understanding what had just transpired. They muttered under their breath, "Thank you... to whoever you are."
Far away, lightyears from where they stood, the ship that was once hailed as humanity's most important and powerful weapon whispered its last words:
"Thanks for that wonderful journey, A.Z..."
And as the ship faded into the void of space, it disappeared, leaving behind only memories.
Back in the new world, atop an island on an unfamiliar planet, two figures wake up from their slumber.
Azarias was the first to rise. "five hundred days…'' As he breaths in the air of this new world he's transported to ''enough time for this new body to heal, and adapt to this wonderfully magnificent world" His eyes fluttered open to the sight of a vast, untouched unique landscape—lush greenery and new unique plants, rolling hills, many new creatures, unique animals from big to small ones, and a sky that stretched wide and open with its multiple moons and its many-layered rings above him. As he continued to savor the clean air.
The world felt strangely peaceful, untouched by the chaos he had just left. His gaze shifted to the sky where he saw a familiar object hovering or looming in a vast distance, "guess this is going to be my first priority in this new world" Even though that celestial body in space was far away from the planet he as the former chief exploratory, knows its threats fully.
He looked around, feeling the energies in the area. With a subtle wave of his hand, he controlled and wove the energies into his body, forming a fabric of power—almost as strong as before, a new form of clothing fashioned by the energy he had learned to absorb and manipulate during his coma.
Moments later, the creature awoke from the ground, its form shifting into a more humanoid shape. The creature rose to its feet, its glowing eyes narrowing as it examined the world around it. It was clear that Azarias had a plan, and the creature, though still intrigued, was unsure of what would come next.
"Why this world? Why here?" the creature asked.
Azarias turned his gaze to the black hole in the sky, its presence pulling at his thoughts.
''Before you barged in the place you fought me, I drank of the waters of that river and that's when I saw this world, and what I saw was potential.... divine potential which I have seen before, and is quite familiar to me.''
''If so….. what do you plan to do?'' a follow-up question from the creature.
''This world is... a blank canvas, still in its infancy yet on the verge of extinction. If I can reshape it, build it, I can stop the black hole. If we don't act, it will consume everything."
The creature stood still, absorbing Azarias' words, the weight of them settling in.
"Then show me. Show me how you'll reshape this world."
Azarias clenched his fist, looking upward at the swirling void in the sky. The black hole was growing larger by the moment, and with each passing second, the world's time was running out.
Azarias was silent for a moment as if weighing the enormity of what was to come. Then, with fierce determination, he raised his fist toward the heavens, pointing directly at the black hole.
Meanwhile, in the old world—the celebration of humanity's achievements filled the air, but amid the rejoicing, Meirna stood apart from the crowd, watching the stars. Her gaze was fixed on a different, much brighter reality—the mysterious ship that gave them the message and keys for further ascension, a reminder that their civilization needed to rise more.
The Hexaltationers had led humanity to the threshold of greatness, but Meirna knew that there was still more to be done. There was still the threat of the unknown, and she would be the one to lead them forward.
Her fist clenched, and her voice was low but resolute, as she swore to herself and her people that she would guide them to the highest heights.
"We will build, we will ascend, no matter the cost. For the future of our civilization."
As the scenes unfolded in two different realities, Azarias and Meirna stood with their fists clenched, their resolve unyielding. They were not in the same place, nor were they aware of each other's actions, but their goals aligned—two leaders determined to reshape their worlds, to ascend.
Azarias held his fist high in the air, his voice a defiant declaration.
"Let's ascend."