Scene: The Gods' Discussion after Saturn’s Destruction
The ruins of the Summoners' capital lay far beneath them, a broken reminder of Saturn's overwhelming power. High above, the air felt thin and cold as three figures stood in the sky, untouched by the chaos.
Magiaa, her black eyes gleaming like the abyss of space, spoke first. Her voice was calm, almost emotionless, but there was a cold certainty in her words. “When the Saturn was unleashed, the chaos was instantaneous. Everything in its path—dust. But I sensed something deeper.” She paused, her gaze distant as she recalled the moment. “He suppressed himself. Had he chosen, this entire planet would no longer exist. He saw us too, no doubt. And yet... he ignored us, as if we were insignificant."
Her tone held no bitterness, only a detached understanding. “I used my summoning, a technique I doubt he cared to observe, to seize Astaroth and send him to a dimension far from here. He knew what I did... but it meant nothing to him.”
Lucy, the god of demons, grinned faintly. His crimson celestial eyes shone with an ancient, demonic fire. His sword rested casually over his shoulder, but there was no mistaking the tension in his stance. “R... has done more than just annihilate this place,” he murmured, his voice deep, like a growl from the void. “He’s tipped the scales. The multiverse is trembling. With this universe’s strongest wiped out, others will look to conquer it.” He chuckled, but there was no humor in his eyes. “The Summoners were the wall that held back the tides. Now, with only 80 barely breathing... they’ll be overrun. The young ones training now? Pathetic. They’ll need years—decades—before they can mount any real defense.”
> Min, her golden eyes glowing with an ethereal light, gazed into the distance. Her presence radiated cold authority, an unwavering command of reality itself. “As long as we remain in this universe,” she said quietly, “no cosmic or multiversal being will dare set foot here. The name of the Nine Superiors has not been forgotten.” Her words hung heavy in the air, a reminder of their power. “But how long will we remain?”
She turned to Magiaa, her expression questioning. “We have others to find, Magiaa. We can’t linger here forever.”
Magiaa, still staring into the void, gave the faintest nod. “Go, then. The balance of power must be restored across the realms. I will remain. There are... matters I must tend to here. But you both know your tasks. See them through.”
Lucy’s demonic grin returned, sharper than before. “The Neverlands call for me,” he said, his tone shifting. “There’s an imbalance of darkness that needs my touch.” He sheathed his sword with a heavy clang and turned away, vanishing into a swirl of black flames.
Min’s golden eyes softened, though only slightly. “Very well. The realm of light awaits. There’s no time to waste.” She gave Magiaa a final glance before her figure dissolved into a burst of shimmering radiance, leaving behind only silence.
Now alone, Magiaa looked down at the ruined world below. Her thoughts drifted briefly to Saturn, or rather, R... “You haven’t changed at all, have you?” she whispered to herself, a shadow of old memories flickering across her face. Then, with a final glance at the destruction, she descended toward the remnants of the Summoners’ capital. There was still much to do.
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** Cosmic black space
In the vastness of the Summoners' universe, hidden in the folds of space, lies the Cosmic Black Space—a place where power, wealth, and morality are dictated by a single rule: everything is fair if you’re paying well. It is a realm beyond the reach of most, yet essential to all who seek to control the multiverse.
Here, anything imaginable is for sale—weapons that can annihilate galaxies, slaves bound by cosmic contracts, artifacts of unimaginable power. Countless Cosmic Black Spaces exist, with at least one in every universe, each a hub of illicit trade and lawless commerce. And for the ordinary beings of the multiverse, these markets are the only gateways to different universes—portals of power, available to anyone with enough to pay.
But the Cosmic Black Space is not just a market. It is a world within worlds, with its own denizens—the Cosmic Blacks—whose lives revolve entirely around this dark economy. Two kinds of Cosmic Blacks rule these spaces: the merchants, who sell their wares to the highest bidder, and the collectors, who scour the remnants of great cosmic wars for valuable relics, sometimes daring to traverse between universes to acquire the rarest of items.
For some, this isn’t enough. They call themselves cosmic pirates, ruthless marauders who prey on cosmic travelers, robbing those who venture unprotected through the universe. Their reputation is feared, and legends whisper of the greatest among them: Saturn, or perhaps Lord R..., who once roamed these dark paths as a cosmic pirate, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake. His past shrouded in mystery, many believe that his connection to the Cosmic Black Space is what made him the unparalleled force he is today.
The Cosmic Black Space—where the laws of the universe bend to the will of money—will become a battleground of its own, as its power and influence grow. **
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Somewhere in Cosmic Black Space
The Cosmic Black Space buzzed with its usual hum of whispered deals and the glint of gold exchanging hands. In one shadowed corner, two merchants sat, their voices low but filled with excitement.
> Merchant 1: "Did you hear about what happened in the Summoners' capital?"
> Merchant 2, eyes wide, leaned closer: "Of course. A single Summoner laid waste to the entire assembly... the most powerful beings from across the universe, gone, just like that. And Astaroth, the greatest of them all, defeated."
> Merchant 1: "Yeah, that one... they call him Saturn."
At the mention of the name, a nearby figure paused. Cloaked in a dark hood, her face hidden from the light, the woman’s steps faltered. The name Saturn echoed in her mind, sending a ripple through memories long buried. Curiosity pulled her closer.
She approached the merchants, her voice low and sharp: "Saturn? What are you talking about? Tell me."
> One of the merchants looked up, sizing her up. "You don’t know? You must not be from this universe. Everyone knows who Saturn is now. He's the one who killed Astaroth, destroyed the entire Summoners' Assembly in a single strike."
The hooded woman stiffened. Beneath the cloak, her fists clenched as the words hit her like a blow. Killed... Astaroth? Her thoughts swirled in chaos, but outwardly, she remained cold. Her mind raced—If I had been there... I would have seen him again.
Merchant 1: "We should send some collectors to scavenge the remains. There’s bound to be relics and valuables left after a battle of that scale."
Before they could plan further, the woman spoke again, her voice icy: "Don’t bother. If Saturn was the one who did this, the only thing your collectors will find is ash... and dust."
Silence followed. The merchants exchanged uneasy before the woman tossed a bag of gold onto the table. "For your information." She turned to leave, her mind clouded with a storm of thoughts, but one question rose above the rest: Why? Why did you do this, Saturn? Why kill my father... Astaroth?
As she walked away, her final thought was a whisper only she could hear: I have to meet him... I have to know.
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