Apotheosis
The citadel’s grand hall echoed with an ancient, timeless resonance as Moyo stood at its centre, a circle of six supreme beings surrounding him. Each Supreme exuded a presence representing their unique aspect of the Archailect, the framework guiding the cosmos itself. This was a moment of convergence, an almost invasive hush filling the entirety of the room.
Time meant nothing here, neither did the other laws that govern reality, there was only power and it reigned supreme within these hallowed chambers. Alastor, the Supreme of Intent, stepped forward first. His eyes, deep pools of wisdom and purpose, locked onto Moyo’s. “By accepting this power, you will bear the burden of the Archailect, the vessel through which our combined aspects flow. Do you accept this responsibility?” he asked, his voice akin to the edge of a blade.
Moyo nodded, feeling the weight of the endeavour he was about to accept settling onto his shoulders. “I accept.” He said, infusing his authority within it. The supreme beings surrounding him gave one last look at each other before nodding seemingly coming to a consensus.
With a solemn gesture, Alastor placed his hand on Moyo’s forehead. A surge of raw untouched power pulsed through him, the very essence of intent searing into his soul. His mind expanded, clarity and purpose infusing every thought. He felt the aspect of intent pulsing through him in its truest form, his eyes opening to the concept of the blade,
It was on his fingertips, Oro manifesting in his hand, the blade beginning to crack through its entire form.
(Mythical arcane blade: Oro is being infused with the true aspect of intent, proceed?) his Hud screen that he hadn’t seen in a while blazing to life. He accepted as a rush of intent in the form of crackling lightning seized control of his weapon.
It shattered like glass, turning into glittering motes of sand before gathering itself back into a liquid blue and purple blob. Moyo felt his instincts willing him to grab the liquid mass floating right in front of him. He seized it, the glob crackling more as Moyo watched it begin to solidify.
Its metal felt sharp, its presence like a finely honed knife able to cut through anything, and it attached itself to his authority, Ashe coursing through it, giving it a physical presence through the aspect of the titan.
(Notice: weapon Oro had advanced from mythical arcane class to divine!)
Its blade was a fine work of purple and blue power, its middle etching with runes of sharpness and strength, pulsing with the power of a supreme being and the aspect of the titan. “My blessing to you,” Alastor said, stepping backwards.
Next was Draulr, the Supreme of Aura. His presence was overwhelming, a violet-golden flame that burned with the raw power of existence. He extended his hand, and Moyo felt his aura resonate with that of Draulr’s, his body beginning to glow with an otherworldly light.
He was bathed in ethereal flames that burned with hunger, seeing the wrath of strength manifest, given tangible form as it fused with his aura. It felt like his aura had been given ‘form’. Bathed and tested in the trials of valour, he watched, feeling the hundreds of memories flash by in his mind, every moment he had used his aura. The aura of the supreme being tested him and found him worthy.
Lotes, the Supreme of Aether, followed. Her touch was gentle, yet the power she bestowed was immense. Her touch was one Moyo was familiar with, his core resonating with the presence of her aether, filling him with its power, a crackling storm within his body, blooming like a flower at the first touch of spring.
Scales of the true dragon began to ripple across Moyo’s skin, filling him with the boundless energy of the aether. Each scale held a piece of the true dragon herself, shimmering like the bright colours of a rainbow before settling beneath his skin.
(Notice: you have received the blessing of the supreme of aether Lotes, unbound (T))
(Unbound(T): the true blessing of the sight of the supreme being of aether herself Lotes, runes, the very language of reality itself is now at your fingertips!)
(Notice: unbound(T) has fused with sage’s sight (M))
Transcendent Insight (U):
You have achieved a heightened state of awareness and adaptability, allowing you to gain insight into the Archailect and its workings that transcend the mortal limitations of lesser beings, granting the ability to see through runic workings, detect attacks from different planes of existence, and control the flow of aether and authority around you.
Filvux, the Supreme of Mantles, laid her hand on Moyo’s shoulder, gripping it tightly. He turned to her, staring into her eyes of molten silver that glowed with the raw power of authority.
“Be whole” she said, her authority, the true authority, clicked within his very being, like a key turning a lock. Again, Moyo watched as his mantle, the titan armour shimmered, soaking in the authority of Filvux as he let out a grunt.
It felt akin to being slammed with an iron boulder, the power rushing through his body with sheer orgasmic fervour as he steeled himself, taking a deep breath and relishing in the power and a magnificent armour enveloped him. It was a mantle of worthy legendary tales, a fortress of strength that melded perfectly with his form.
Gold and purple Ethra fused together to create a breastplate few weapons or beings in the entirety of the cosmos could ever hope to break through. Gauntlets of glowing gold and purple also, greaves to accompany it, it was a work of pure art yet carried the weight of a strength untold within it.
Liakya, the Supreme of Weapons, presented a pair of guns, each pulsating with immense power. Moyo glanced at them tentatively, his wariness of the supreme of constructs and technology naked within his gaze. Liakya huffed, eyes flashing with a rage that showed a being not used to being looked at in the manner Moyo did.
“Without access to that monstrosity of a vessel you call the Defiance, this is the best I can do on such short notice,” she said.
Moyo spied Lotes stifling a laugh, amusement dancing in her eyes as Alastor sighed, the look of an elderly brother embarrassed at the behaviour of his younger one. Moyo glanced at the silver and gold-looking weapons in his hands, the Archailect system coming to life.
[Item: Twin Arcane Guns of Liakya
Name: Twin Arcane Guns of Liakya
Type: Dual Firearms
Rarity: Mythic
Bound to: Moyo
Primary Element: Aether
Secondary Element: Runic energy
Abilities:
* Arcane Shot (Passive): Both guns channel raw arcane runic energy into each bullet, causing them to explode upon impact and dealing massive damage to creatures of chaos
* Harmonic Resonance (Passive): When both guns are used in tandem, they create a resonance effect that amplifies their power.
* Divine Convergence (Active): Combining the power of Aether and Intent, it can unleash a devastating blast of pure arcane energy, dealing massive area-of-effect damage, and obliterating enemies within the immediate area.]
Moyo stared at the weapons with grudging respect as he spoke, “twin arcane guns of Liakya?” he asked, watching a dangerous glint flash in her eyes, “don’t push it” she muttered as he nodded silently. Despite her obviously poor weapon naming sense, the raw power running through the weapon was a testament to its deadliness.
“I’ve been able to combine the aspects of my siblings into them, they should deal lethal damage to Azael and that slithering abomination” Liakya said with a shudder. “What about the Defiance?” Moyo asked offhandedly as Liakya blinked, “what?” she asked. “The Defiance” Moyo repeated slowly, “my large, monstrosity of a vessel?” he asked as she tapped her feet with irritation.
“I know what it is” she answered, “well you did say you could help improve it if given the chance, can you still do so?" he asked again. Liakya seemed short of words, glancing between her siblings who stared at her expectedly, “this” she started, “this is what happens when you decide to show kindness to mortals” she screeched.
“Liakya sister,” Draulr said sweetly, or as sweetly as a hulking feline looking supreme of aura whose form pressed hard on Moyo from simply standing close to him. “I’d really hate to interfere, but we have an entire existence to save,” he said.
No threats were spoken, but the rigidity of the supreme of constructs went far enough to show she knew just how much of a warning those words really were. She nodded, glancing at Moyo with a forced smile, so sickly sweet that Moyo simply wanted to look away.
“of course, I can help!” she replied, a glowing orb appearing in her palm, swirling with silver light as she reluctantly handed it over to him. “This contains the pure undiluted aspect of constructs,” she said, “It should create something never seen before in the history of the Archailect,” she said.
“Perhaps we can add to it” Lotes said as she tapped the silver tiny orb, a tiny blink of red and gold power staining its insides. One by one the other supreme beings followed suit, adding a bit of their aspects within it till it was a swirling orb of kaleidoscopic colours.
Moyo swallowed, glancing at them with newfound respect in his eyes. The gravity of the situation finally sunk in bit by bit, that he was standing right in the presence of the supreme beings. It was a far cry from the broken child stuck in a tier 50 dungeon, helpless and at the mercy of the creatures of the archailect.
Finally, Vazyra, the Supreme of Mana, approached with a crystal that pulsed with the heart of Mana itself. “This is a representation of my existence, it is tied directly to what I am, and the connection to the rest of us,” she said, her voice soft as she pressed it into Moyo’s chest.
Moyo felt an immediate connection to all the Supremes, their power flowing through him in moderate amounts like a river of pure energy. He blinked rapidly, grunting as he huffed, allowing his core to drink it in thirstily, gradually getting to his feet, lost to the sensations of power that gradually died out, leaving him more powerful than ever.
As the ceremony concluded, Moyo stood transformed, his body a living testament to the combined might of the Supremes. He was no longer just Moyo; he was the embodiment of their power, the avatar of the Archailect itself. It sang within him, in his blood, his bones, his being, he was creation and protection reborn.
At that moment, clarity came to him, and he saw what they must do, eyes wide with shock. Lotes nodded sadly, arms folded behind her as she stepped forward, “yes” She said softly. “You see what we must do and what you must do as well” she continued, cupping his cheeks softly with her palm.
“For there to be energy, there must be a conduit” Alastor said gruffly, “a physical form the channel the primordial, the transcendent and the supreme” Vazyra said, smiling at him.
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“You all might die” he whispered horrifically, Draulr laughing out loud. “What is death if not a chance for life to be born anew?” he asked Moyo, slapping his shoulders with enough force to crush a mountain in one touch. “We are simply representations of a whole,” Liakya said dismissively, “a whole that thanks to you, we can combine” Filvux added, finally speaking after a while.
“Worry not for us, in fact, I can confidently say I and my siblings have waited eagerly for this battle in particular for eons,” Lotes said with a light laugh, Moyo shaking his head softly, more clarity coming to him. “you” he started, “that’s why” he continued, blinking rapidly as the rush of memories came to him, each part clicking in large pieces before attaching themselves to the giant jigsaw puzzle in his mind.
Tears in his eyes, he steadied himself, aware that he shouldn’t even be crying, his form surpassing anything mortal by nature. And yet, he couldn’t help but weep for what had been, what was, and what was to come. The amalgamation of eons, cumulating into this very moment in waiting humbled him, Moyo watching as the egg containing the draconic seraph floated right in front of his eyes.
“no” he said with a sad smile and soft laugh, “not yet” echoing the words spoken by Lotes earlier as well. It receded back into the vault, calmly awaiting its moment. With that done, he glanced back at the supreme beings who stared at him expectedly, Lotes nodding and pointing at the throne, “when you’re ready, titan” she said.
Moyo moved with determination towards the stone throne of purple and gold, sitting on it as his consciousness was at once attached to every part of the Archailect left in existence. He could see it all, from Eses and Lucirion beaten and battered but still holding, to the different shards of fractured realities where the primordials and what was left of the millions of forces holding the last vestiges of the Archailect together fought a losing battle.
Too long they had held on while he gained strength, now, it was time to act. The supreme beings each took to their thrones, awaiting him as Tunde softly nodded. A golden screen flashed to life in front of him.
[you have been given supreme mantle and control of the Archailect system, accept?] it wrote.
“Yes,” he replied.
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With newfound purpose, Moyo extended his consciousness across the broken shards of reality. As long as aether was present, then he could reach into it, his willpower and authority tearing through the chasms placed in place by the aspect of chaos to reach into each and every one of the dozens of shards.
Temporal bodies, each a perfect representation of his power, appeared where the last forces of the Archailect fought against the infinite forces of chaos. A silhouette of pure power, pouring untold amounts of aether and energy into said shards, empowering the surviving ascenders as they felt their injuries healing at a rapid pace, the shouts of “titan blade!” filling the air of whatever desolate or destroying reality they were in.
Reinforced by the aspects of creation itself, they held the line, pushing back against the tide of destruction.
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Ajax fought back-to-back with Killian, Duval, Skatha and the rest of what remained of the forces of House Thousand Blades. Altair thousand blades himself stood at the forefront of the battle, his thousand weapons all cutting and slashing at the same time, burning his aspect as easily as burning a log of wood.
They fought against a near-infinite mass of chaos beings, pouring out of the darkness that surrounded them, a hundred replacing each killed by the forces of the thousand blades. Alvar fought with one hand, the other cut off and the stump cauterized to avoid any taint of chaos, his gaze bleak and bleary.
The rest of their forces knew a lost battle when they saw one, and yet, Ajax grinned, his sword arm swinging with near accurate precision even as he staggered, sustaining cuts and tearing apart creatures of chaos with his newfound aspect. He fancied himself dying on this field, being overrun by creatures of chaos as he screamed.
“Come on then!” he roared, “come die at the hands of Ajax!”. “For the last time Ajax, they can’t hear you!” Killian shouted, rage and laughter dancing in a mixture of madness. Ajax laughed, “even better!” he said as he prepared to push on, a hail of intent-forged blades tearing apart the creatures around them.
Altair crash-landed in front of them, bleeding from cuts all over his body as he breathed raggedly, “this might be it” he said, the legendary swordsman seemingly morose. Ajax was about to ask how he kept looking handsome despite being bloodied when the reality around them seemed to be still and the creatures all turned their gazes upwards at once.
The fake sky above them filled with darkness seemed to crack before shattering in an explosion as a burning light tore through, burning away everything with the slightest touch of chaos on it. Ajax felt his chest loosening, his laughter louder as a figure wreathed in flames with a myriad of colours suddenly filling the skies.
There was a slight twisting of space, and Ajax found themselves surrounded by thousands of people from all factions, eyes alight as they stared confused, even more appearing by the second. It was a melting pot of all the factions, and most surprising of all, the presences of the primordials who floated above them, confused as well.
They all turned their gazes to the being wreathed in fire, Ajax raising his blade with a wide grin as he bellowed, “FOR THE TITAN BLADE!”.
It was carried by a resounding roar that followed in its wake as more creatures of chaos seeped through the cracks in the reality that fused with the rest.
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Moyo sat within the citadel as his projected form radiating power and authority appeared outside of it, staring at the looming wall of chaos that swallowed everything in its wake. Each step he took was a testament to his apotheosis.
In his right hand, he held Alastor’s True Blade, a weapon forged from the essence of intent itself. The armour of Filvux shimmered around him, impenetrable and awe-inspiring. Vazyra’s True Crystal, lodged in his chest, pulsed with magical energy, connecting him to all the Supremes.
Scales of the true dragon Lotes rippled across his skin, filled with the boundless aether. Violet-golden flames of Draulr’s true aura burned within him, visible in his every breath. He turned his gaze to the point where his pathway once opened, staring at the Defiance that fought on as the orb given to him by Liakya appeared in his hand.
He closed his eyes, appearing within the command deck of the Defiance in a blaze of power as Urne reeled in shock, eyes wide, soaked with sweat. Nothing remained of the command deck of the Defiance, only its ship-mistress herself, along with Shola who shimmered into being right next to him, falling on her knees.
“My lord” she whispered; shame in her voice. Moyo had no time to waste, not with the battle looming ahead of him as he waved his hand. Pure power rippled across the room, burning away any taint of chaos as Urne sucked in a deep breath, feeling her body revitalized, eyes wide.
Shola stared at the orb in his hand with reverence as he nodded, handing it to her before vanishing. He watched and felt as she swallowed it, watched as lines of pure power tore through her being as the vessel itself glowed brightly with the power of a sun before it receded, revealing a sleek-looking thing.
It was still a behemoth of power, but it now had the grace of a celestial vessel. Its silver and gold look gave it the form of a vessel fit for a deity, and yet the raw power hidden within its form had Moyo grinning. His golden Hud came up again.
[Starship: Defiance
Designation: Arcane Mythical Rank
Description: The ship has undergone an incredible transformation, becoming a paragon of arcane and technological prowess. No longer just a vessel, the Defiance stands as a beacon of power in the cosmos, imbued with aetheric, runic and arcane energies that surpass the capabilities of any ordinary spacecraft.
Name: Defiance
Type: Titan-Class Vessel
Rank: Arcane Mythical
Sentient Core: Shola (Stellar Sentient)
Appearance:
Hull: Reinforced with a blend of star steel and aether, the hull glows with an otherworldly sheen. Arcane runes are inscribed along its surface, pulsating with energy and forming intricate patterns that shift and change.
Bridge: The command centre is a nexus of advanced technology and arcane constructs. Holographic displays project real-time data and arcane sigils float in the air, responding to the Titan Blade's commands.
Engines: Powered by a celestial fusion core, the engines emit a radiant blue glow. Trails of arcane energy follow the ship as it moves, leaving a luminous path in the vacuum of space.
Weapons: Arcane turrets and energy cannons are mounted along the hull, each capable of unleashing star-devastating power. Crystalline lenses focus arcane energy into concentrated beams, capable of piercing through the strongest defenses.
Abilities:
* Arcane Shielding (Passive):
Description: A constant barrier of arcane energy surrounds the Defiance, protecting it from attacks.
* Celestial Lance (Active):
Description: Fires a concentrated beam of celestial energy, capable of destroying entire fleets, and dealing massive damage to a single target. If the target is destroyed, excess energy arcs to nearby enemies.
* Void Warp (Active):
Description: Allows the Defiance to instantaneously jump through the void to any location within a cosmos, granting unparalleled mobility, and enabling rapid repositioning during combat.
* Stellar Barrage (Active):
Description: Launches a volley of arcane and Runic-infused missiles that seek out and destroy enemy vessels.
* Temporal Flux (Passive):
Description: The Defiance exists slightly out of phase with normal time, allowing it to react faster than other ships.
* Shola’s Wrath (Ultimate - Active):
Description: Shola, the sentient core, unleashes her full power, channelling divine and arcane energies into a cataclysmic storm, engulfing a vast area around the Defiance in a storm of arcane energy, dealing continuous damage to all enemies.
* Sanctuary Field (Active):
Description: Creates a protective field that heals allied ships and boosts their defences.
* Arcane Matrix (Passive):
Description: The Defiance’s systems are interwoven with arcane matrices, allowing it to adapt and evolve to whatever attack is sent its way.
Status: Operational
Owner: Titan Blade
Ship Mistress: Urne
Crew Capacity: Infinite
Durability: Indestructible
The Cosmic Nexus Ascendancy has elevated the Defiance to an unprecedented level of power, making it a cornerstone in the battle against cosmic threats. With Shola, the stellar sentient, at its core, the Defiance is not merely a ship but a living entity, ready to unleash its arcane might at the Titan Blade’s command. Its legendary status as an Arcane Mythical Rank vessel ensures that it will remain unmatched in the vast expanse of the cosmos.]
And above him, the Starship Defiance, once a formidable vessel, now stood transformed. Powered by Liakya’s influence, it had become the pinnacle of constructs, a symbol of unmatched creation.
It burned with raw power, akin to a primordial in its own strength. Tunde pointed at the figure of Azael in the distance, seeing through the physical form of the avatar of chaos as he spoke clearly.
“fire” he commanded.
“I hear and obey” Shola’s voice dripping with authority replied around him, the weapons of the Defiance opening with a cacophony of shattering power. Stellar barrage tore through the air before impacting against Azael who gathered his aspect to shield himself, reality around him tearing itself apart.
It burned through the aspect of chaos coming ever closer, a loud shriek tearing through its body as the form of the great devourer within its confines wreathed in agony. Two lances of power burned right into existence next to him, Eses and Lucirion who looked worse for wear. The runic lord with gashes and injuries that healed rapidly as he stood next to Moyo.
Idris, Josh and what was left of his Shieldborne were next to him, armours cracked but still fighting. Moyo pat Idris on the shoulder, the titan fist’s eyes burning bright with renewed hope.
As he surveyed the battlefield, Moyo felt the eyes of the transcendents upon him. Lucirion and Eses, pushed to the brink of defeat by the relentless might of Apophis, saw a glimmer of hope in his arrival.
“My lord,” Josh said, the Valoris of the Shieldborne standing firm.
Lucirion eyed him from up to down tentatively before speaking, “You’ve ascended, supreme being” he said as he bowed slightly, Eses in turn as well. “We don’t have time, listen to me carefully, all of you,” he said.
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Apophis, the Supreme of Chaos, sensed the shift in the balance of power right before the blast of raw arcane aether and runic power almost tore his host body apart. The shift in the balance had been as sudden as it had been as brutal, the manifestation of chaos shocked to his metaphorical core.
His eyes narrowed as he regarded Moyo, now the embodiment of creation itself. "So, the Archailect sends its champion," Apophis sneered, his voice a thunderous rumble. "Do you think you can stand against me, Moyo? Against chaos itself?"
Moyo's gaze was steady, his resolve unshakable. “I speak with the power of the supreme beings” he started, I speak with the power of the Archailect, and I call you a coward” Moyo replied.
Apophis felt Azael raging within him, watching as the citadel itself shattered into hundreds of glowing pieces as six beings of terrible power manifested.
“Come, Ibere, come!” Apophis heard the avatar of the Archailect and creation bellow, watching a large pathway formed from the pieces of the now shattered citadel form.
He watched a planet push through, seizing all the shards of reality he had sent the forces of the Archailect into. Swallowing it all as the planet seemed to grow bigger and bigger, till it dwarfed even the wall of chaos he sent its way.
A wave of the energy of creation slammed into his chaos, Apophis reeling back in anger and rage. Yet, his eyes were glued on the giant forms of the supreme beings who dwarfed everything else. He laughed, a roar so loud as he began the process of returning his sentience into chaos itself, releasing the body of Azael back to its owner.
“What gave you six the courage to face off with me?” it roared.
Apophis was chaos, and chaos was it. The entire roiling mass began to gather together, taking the shape of a large serpent that burned with nothingness. “I am what that was and what will be, the end of your futile, ceaseless journey!” it roared.
It stood, facing down the aspects of creation, fighting back a shive as it stared into the eyes of the true form of the titan that manifested, sword in hand. Turning to Azael, it bellowed, “Kill that abomination!, the supreme beings are mine!” it said.
Firing a wall of chaos energy at the beings, it watched the titan blade move as pure horror suffused its form, words coming from the mouth of the titan itself.
“DA PA DA!”