In the ethereal expanse of the Astral Haven, Kronos found himself lost in the intricate dance of cosmic contemplation. Stardust sparkled around him as he delved into the secrets of the universe. Just as he was on the brink of a cosmic breakthrough, a familiar voice shattered the celestial silence.

"Kronos!" Xenia's melodious call echoed through the divine realm, pulling him from his cosmic reverie. "The cosmic event is on the horizon; we must get ready!"

Kronos blinked stardust from his cosmic gaze, looking somewhat like a sleepy deity caught napping in the astral meadows. Xenia, radiant and ready for divine duties, shot him a playful yet exasperated look.

"Kronos, you were practically drooling stardust," she teased, her eyes sparkling like distant stars. "We can't have the God of Creation presenting himself with stardust stains at the cosmic event."

Kronos, with an unapologetic twinkle in his eyes, defended his celestial slumber. "Stardust is a badge of honor, Xenia. It shows my dedication to the cosmic cause."

Before Xenia could retort, Kruska, the Goddess of Destruction, intervened with a sigh. "Can you two stop bickering? We have divine duties to attend to."

Ignoring the interruption, Kronos and Xenia continued their playful banter, the celestial banter adding a touch of warmth to their preparations for the cosmic event.

As Kronos and Xenia engaged in their playful banter, Kruska, the Goddess of Destruction, found herself caught between the cosmic crossfire. Stardust sparkled like celestial confetti as the duo continued their celestial complaints.

"Kruska, can you believe Xenia wants me stardust-free for the event? It's an outrage against the cosmic chic!" Kronos exclaimed, his eyes wide with mock indignation.

Xenia, not one to be outdone, chimed in, "And Kronos thinks deep contemplation is an excuse for cosmic napping. I mean, who drools stardust?"

Kruska, with a sigh that echoed like distant thunder, tried to quell the cosmic quarrel. "Enough, you two! We have divine duties to attend to. The cosmic event awaits, and we should be preparing with the prime gods."

"But Kruska, Kronos is being unfair with his stardust obsession," Xenia protested, shooting a playful glare at Kronos.

"And Xenia is making cosmic preparation sound like a fashion show," Kronos retorted, an amused glint in his eyes.

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"Quiet, both of you!" Kruska commanded, her voice carrying the weight of celestial authority. "We have a cosmic convergence to attend to, and your bickering won't help."

Kruska's authoritative tone silenced the cosmic banter, and with a resolute nod, Xenia agreed. "You're right, Kruska. We have preparations to make. Kronos, if you can manage to join us without leaving stardust trails, feel free to come along."

As Xenia and Kruska gracefully glided away, leaving Kronos amidst the stardust-strewn tranquility of the Astral Haven, he couldn't help but wear a bemused smile. With a theatrical sigh, he gathered his cosmic composure and followed the duo, determined to prove that stardust could indeed be the epitome of cosmic chic.

The cosmic celebration, known as "Prash," unfolds in the celestial Nexus on Ethernal Galaxy, where the gods gather to partake in an extraordinary event that transcends the boundaries of creation and destruction.

Prash is a cosmic function, a divine symposium where the gods showcase their talents through celestial dances, paying homage to the supreme gods. The event is a vibrant display of divine creativity, with each god contributing to the cosmic choreography, weaving patterns of stardust that illuminate the astral stage.

Amidst the dances, Prash incorporates intellectual debates on galaxies, providing a platform for the gods to share their cosmic insights. The prime gods engage in thought-provoking discussions with the sub gods, exploring the intricacies of the galaxies they oversee. These debates serve not only as a celebration of cosmic intellect but also as a forum for divine exchange and collaboration.

The climax of Prash is the moment when blessings are bestowed upon the prime and sub gods by the supreme beings in their divine magnificence, impart celestial blessings that empower the gods to fulfill their cosmic roles with renewed vigor.

Prash becomes a pivotal event, marking a turning point in the celestial narrative. It is during Prash that the gods form alliances, deepen bonds, and confront the challenges that lie ahead. The dances, debates, and blessings become threads woven into the cosmic tapestry, influencing the destinies of both gods and mortals.

**INFINIX REALM**

The celestial realms trembled as Vion, the God of Infinity, and his wife, Keona, the Goddess of Infinity, engaged in a cosmic clash. Their divine weapons, a spear and a powerful sword, clashed with resounding echoes that reverberated through the astral expanse. Each clash sent cosmic ripples cascading through the realms, making the very fabric of existence quiver in response.

In the dance of their conflict, Vion's calm wisdom collided with Keona's fiery spirit, creating a cosmic spectacle that mirrored the intricate dance of galaxies. As the divine weapons met, sparks of celestial energy illuminated the cosmic void, painting the astral canvas with the vibrant hues of their celestial battle.

Amidst the clash, unspoken emotions hung in the cosmic air—a dance of passion and intensity that transcended the boundaries of divine understanding. The clash of weapons symbolized not only a cosmic conflict but also a profound connection that bound Vion and Keona in a celestial embrace.

As the cosmic clash unfolded, the realms held their breath, awaiting the resolution of this divine conflict—a prelude to the intricate harmony that lay beneath the surface of their celestial connection. The clash of Infinity's embrace promised a tale of love and conflict that would echo through the celestial expanse.