The sounds of explosions rang across the battlefield. Fierce warcries of mighty soldiers and grumbling howls of beasts echoed about. Engulfing the desolate earth, everything was set ablaze by their furies. Piled corpses lay across and over while forming a mountain as high as pillar of light that reaches the heavens in the East.
That pillar of the light is the sacred tower, Eternion.
Atop of the Eternion, a white haired and dragon bearded elder wrapped with silver robe looked over the vast battlefield that had purged the land. Sighing with a deep breath, his eyes were filled with remorse as he thought of the current predicament.
"Celestial Overlord..."
A voice whispered behind the silver robed elder. It was a kneeling man with emerald hair dressed in splending battle armor with gold and ruby ornaments and decorations. From his aura, his strength was supreme while displaying a charismatic demeanor. Even so, compared to the man before him, he appeared miniscule.
"What is it to speak of, Damedes?"
The silver robed elder asked but it was clear he never hoped for an answer.
"The Eastern Army fell, the Great General died in vain. The Northern Garrison was purged. The South burned to ashes. The West..."
He sighed. There was no longer any hope left. For the mighty Eternion Overlord, this was an ending he never envisioned would happen.
"What did I do to deserve such a reckoning? Did I not obtain enough good karma?"
The elder questioned as he gazed over the sky. It was deep purple with occassional hue of red and orange wrapping it. Sometimes, thunder bellowed and lightning sketches itself across the cloudless sky.
Seeing the somber elder, Damedes could not help but stay silent.
True, the current situation was unfavorable. There was certainly no hope for victory. However, if the Celestial Overlord escaped to there....they maybe.
"Milord, I have prepared the Void Chariot. It's the only way---"
"No."
Before Damedes could continue, the Celestial Overlord halted him as he raised his right hand.
Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.
"This is Fate. The Great Gods have decided to abandon the Eternion. Nonetheless, I have to fulfill my obligations as its entrusted overseer."
"Milord?"
Damedes gazed at him with a questioning look. He was baffled. What obligation? The Great Gods have already abandoned them! In the first place, this war wouldn't have begun if not for those accursed tyrants.
"At the same time..."
The silver robed elder turned his head and looked at Damedes still kneeling on the floor.
"I have to fulfill my obligation to my friend."
As he said those words, a smile pasted on his face. That was the smiling face that Damedes saw for the second time in his life.
The silver robed elder was a proud man yet had the strength and wisdom to back it up. Therefore, he was never one to stand on equal shoulders with others. He was aloof and almost never showed any emotions.
Yet this time, just like that time in the past, he smiled.
"Milord...it can't be?"
Damedes was trembling. He felt something would happen and it was not something he would desire.
"Your personality truly resembled him but I am sorry. I cannot allow you to fall here."
"Eh?"
With a dumbfounded look, Damedes raised his head to look at the Celestial Overlord.
"Live well..."
Those were the last two words he had uttered.
Immediately, a piercing light impaled the heavens. The entire desolate battlefield was embraced by the transparent light. The transparent light, like a mighty blanket, enveloped everything---turning the living into nothing.
----------------------------------------
"Iyaaaa! Iyaaa!"
In a land many realms away...
In a town deep within the outskirts of a country...
A cry of a newborn baby echoed.
"Lord Baron! Lord Baron!"
A woman dressed in a maid attire rushed across the stone corridors of a villa.
It was already 12 midnight and the Full Moon gleamed over the stone windows. The shadows of the torche flames magnified as it flickered after the maid went pass it.
"Lord Baron! The Young Master has been born!"
Arriving in a large room filled with paintins, furnitures and other decorations, the maid addressed a man sitting on a chair. She knelt as she gave the news.
The man, the Lord Baron, stood up swiftly and without uttering a word dashed across the corridor and into a room several meters away.
"Eleina! Eleina!"
The Lord Baron shouted as he entered the lightly lit room. Most of the light came from the moon as its light flashed over the bed where a woman lay almost breathless.
The woman did not utter a word but answered with a sweet smile instead. In her bossom, she raised a delicate figure wrapped in grey garments.
It was a small boy whose eyes were closed but the moon light shone over them prompting those eyes to tremble.
"This is...!"
The Lord Baron let out a surprised face but quickly replaced with an overjoyed expression.
This was his son. His successor.
"His name?"
The woman, Eleina looked at her husband with an urging look. It was a sign that she wished for him to name their child.
The Lord Baron nodded his head and the smile still pasted on his face opened as his voice escaped.
"As you were born in the full Moon of the first night of Winter, the Moon God favored you. O, my successor, the Moon's---"
He took the baby from his mother's embrace and raised it over the stone window. The moonlight wrapped his entire being as the Lord Baron's face was filled with joy.
"--Asten!"