330 CY in Asnexis Nèons

After the fall of the Constellation of the Dragon god of wrath.

The atmosphere swirling with animosity, once a peaceful environment now filled with chaos and frenzy amongst the other constellations.

One constellation in particular is always trying to have his own way and when terrible situations arise with what he is doing, his pride wouldn’t let him take ownership of the madness that he caused.

This was none other than the Constellation of the Snake god of Pride.

He would always interfere with Genosions lives which was forbidden for them to do so, but due to his nature he thought he knew what was best for them.

This interference caused panic among the Genosions.

He didn’t even take blame for what he caused, stating that they would learn to be vigilant either way.

In the celestial hall, the atmosphere was thick with tension as the constellations gathered for an urgent assembly. At the center, the Snake God of Pride lay coiled, radiating an air of indifference.

"You’ve gone too far, Snake," snarled the Fanged Tiger, God of Envy, his eyes blazing. "Your arrogance is driving entire species to extinction. How can you turn a blind eye to the suffering you've caused?"

The Snake God’s gaze remained steady, unyielding. "Suffering?" he hissed. "The troubles of the world are no concern of mine. I am the god of pride. My actions are nothing more than a reflection of my domain."

From across the chamber, the Proud Peacock, God of Lust, stepped forward, his tone laced with frustration. "Your so-called 'dominion' is tearing everything apart. You think your power makes you untouchable, but all it does is bring chaos. Don’t you see how this affects not just mortals, but us as well?"

The Snake God let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Chaos is the natural order of things. Blame me if you must, but do not expect me to feel remorse."

The Griffin, God of Sloth, stirred, his voice heavy with weariness. "Even in my lethargy, I cannot ignore the damage you’ve done. Your actions are disrupting the balance we've all worked so hard to maintain."

The Nine-Tailed Fox, God of Gluttony, joined in, her tone sharp. "It’s not just about excess, Snake. You’re endangering the very fabric of the world. The imbalance you create threatens everything."

Finally, the Three-Horned Bull, God of Greed, spoke, his voice brimming with frustration. "You’ve taken everything for yourself, with no thought of the consequences. Your thirst for control is poisoning the world."

The Snake God remained unshaken, his cold gaze sweeping over the assembly. "And yet, here I stand."

The air in the celestial hall crackled with tension as the constellations stood united, their patience at its breaking point.

"We’ve tried patience. We’ve tried diplomacy," growled the Demon Hound, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Now it’s time for action. We can’t let this continue."

The God of Divine Judgment, his tone grave and unyielding, added, "The scales of justice have tipped. Your actions demand a reckoning, Snake."

The Owl, God of Knowledge, gazed at the Snake God with a heavy heart. There was sorrow in his eyes, but also a quiet resolve. "We’ve given you guidance. We’ve tried to help you see reason. But your stubbornness has only grown. This is the path your choices have led you to."

Stepping forward, resolute and fierce, the War Maiden’s voice cut through the air like a blade. "Words have failed us. Your actions have left us no choice but to act."

As the gods drew their powers together, a fierce, blinding light filled the hall. Flames burst forth from the Prowling Fire, scorching the very air with divine heat. The Twin God and Goddess of the Four Elements summoned a swirling storm of energy—earth, water, fire, and air—all converging in a devastating force.

"The elements themselves testify against you," they declared. "It’s time for you to face the consequences."

With a final, thunderous surge of power, the gods cast the Snake God from their realm. His defiant roar echoed through the hall as he plummeted toward the world below, a living embodiment of pride’s downfall.

As the light dimmed and the Snake God vanished from sight, the constellations stood in silence. Relief mingled with solemnity. His exile was not just a punishment but a harsh reminder of what unchecked pride could unleash—and the long road ahead to restore the balance he had so carelessly shattered.

One by one, the gods left the hall, each bearing the weight of what had just transpired. In their hearts, they carried the hope that the world below might yet find its way back to harmony.

The pull was inescapable, something ancient and raw drawing the Snake God of Pride toward the forest of Tivera. No matter how he tried, there was no fighting it. He crashed through the trees, his serpentine body landing hard, unsettling the ground beneath him.

Before he could fully rise, a shadow loomed—a towering figure, unmistakable. The Dragon God of Wrath.

Their eyes locked. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension.

“You’ve got some nerve coming into my domain, Snake,” the Dragon growled, his voice rumbling like distant thunder.

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The Snake God straightened, his lips curling into a cold smile. “Your domain? The forest pulled me here, Dragon. Maybe it’s tired of your rage.”

Flames flickered at the edges of the Dragon’s mouth, his patience already worn thin. “I won’t tolerate your arrogance.”

“Good,” the Snake God hissed, eyes gleaming. “Because I won’t tolerate your threats.”

Meanwhile, back in Sintara, the earth shook. People crowded the village square, faces pale as the sky above the forest darkened.

“Something fell into the forest!” a man cried, fear creeping into his voice.

The elder stepped forward, steady but grim. “This isn’t a matter for mortals. Gods are at work.”

The crowd hushed, remembering the last time someone tried to interfere with the Dragon. The destruction had been swift and unforgiving.

“We won’t make that mistake again,” the elder added. “We leave this to the Dragon. Whatever’s fallen, it’s beyond us.”

Back in the forest, the fragile truce between the gods snapped.

The Snake God smirked. “You’re all rage and no thought, Dragon.”

The Dragon’s roar split the air. “Enough!”

He lunged, claws outstretched, tearing through the air with brutal force. The Snake God was quick, twisting out of reach, but not fast enough to avoid the Dragon’s claws raking across his scales, sparks flying.

The Snake retaliated, coiling around the Dragon’s neck, squeezing tight. “You rely too much on brute strength,” he hissed, “and it’s making you sloppy.”

The Dragon thrashed, unleashing torrents of fire, scorching the trees and earth. With a mighty roar, he broke free, his tail slamming into the Snake God, sending him crashing to the ground.

They collided again, the sheer force of their blows shaking the forest to its core. Trees toppled, the earth split open, and the sky above seemed to burn as their power ripped through the land.

Back in Sintara, the people watched in horror as the sky turned red and the ground trembled beneath their feet.

“We need to do something!” a voice cried out.

The elder shook his head. “There’s nothing we can do. These are gods. We’re lucky the fight hasn’t reached us yet.”

In the forest, the gods fought with savage fury. The Snake God struck with speed and precision, while the Dragon unleashed raw, destructive power. Their fight was so vicious, nearly half the kingdom felt the devastation.

At last, both gods paused, breathing heavily, taking in the destruction around them. The forest, once vibrant and teeming with life, was now scorched and broken.

The Snake God uncoiled, his eyes narrowing. “Look at what we’ve done.”

The Dragon snorted, smoke still rising from his nostrils. “A waste.”

Silence hung between them, the weight of their devastation heavy in the air.

“We can’t keep this up,” the Snake God admitted. “If we do, there won’t be anything left.”

The Dragon growled, still simmering with rage. “Agreed.”

They stepped back, the tension still there, but tempered by necessity.

“You stay in the west,” the Dragon rumbled, “and I’ll stay in the north.”

The Snake God’s eyes gleamed. “Fine. We’ll keep our distance. But don’t think this is over.”

The Dragon’s lips curled into a grim smile. “It never will be.”

In Sintara, the aftermath of the battle was impossible to ignore. The land near the forest was ravaged, but the village remained untouched—for now. They knew better than to risk further angering the gods.

“We seal off the forest,” the elder declared. “No one goes in. Whatever’s in there is beyond us.”

The people nodded in agreement, casting uneasy glances toward the smoldering horizon. Whatever was in the forest now, it was something far too powerful for mortals to challenge. And so, the forest of Tivera was sealed, a place forbidden to all but the gods.

Back to present day

Nyx knew she shouldn’t go back to the Snake’s territory. It was dangerous, and Drac had made it clear last time not to return. But the thought that the Snake could help her with her sight clung to her mind. She told herself this would be the last time—if he couldn’t help, she’d leave him alone. She’d even tell Drac and face whatever punishment he saw fit.

The day started like any other.

Drac watched her carefully as they ate.

“You’re quieter than usual,” he remarked, eyeing her.

Nyx forced a smile. “Just thinking about training, nothing big.”

“Make sure it’s just training you’re thinking about,” he replied, not entirely convinced. “Don’t get distracted.”

“I won’t,” Nyx said, pushing her food around.

Nyx concentrated deeply, her hands glowing with a soft, ethereal light. She started with her aurora, weaving shimmering lines of energy through the air. The vibrant, radiant strands twirled around her, casting an otherworldly glow over the forest. As she moved her hands, the light shifted and danced, creating a mesmerizing, colorful display that transformed the surrounding space into a dreamlike panorama.

Yet, her mind wasn’t fully there. All she could think about was the Snake.

As she prepared to leave, Len came up to her, adjusting his gear.

“Ready to hit the Griffon’s cave?” he asked.

Nyx nodded. “Yeah, you go ahead. I’ll catch up. I have something to finish up here.”

Len raised an eyebrow but shrugged. “Alright, don’t take too long, though. You know how Drac gets.”

“I won’t be long,” she assured him, trying not to let her nerves show.

Just as she was about to leave, Drac approached, his expression serious.

“Nyx,” his voice was sharp. “Don’t stray today. Get what you need from the cave and return. Quickly.”

“I’ll be fast,” she promised, keeping her voice steady even though her heart pounded in her chest. She hated lying to him.

Drac didn’t look entirely convinced but nodded. “See that you are.”

Once out of sight, Nyx took a deep breath and focused her magic. A soft glow surrounded her as she teleported, reappearing in the Snake’s territory.

The air was thick here, almost stifling, yet there was an eerie beauty to it. The trees twisted in strange, intricate shapes, the light shimmering through the leaves like silver.

“Admiring the scenery again, little fool?” The Snake’s cold voice came from the shadows, laced with disdain.

Nyx turned to face him. “It’s… beautiful,” she said quietly, trying to hold her ground.

The Snake’s eyes narrowed, his tone dripping with mockery. “You return, even after I told you not to. Your stupidity is almost impressive.”

Nyx swallowed. “I came to ask you something.”

“I have no interest in your questions,” the Snake replied, already turning his back on her.

Nyx’s heart raced, but she forced herself to speak up. “I heard you can help with eyes.”

The Snake continued to ignore her, slithering further into the shadows.

“I’m blind,” Nyx said, her voice soft but firm. “I need a way to see. I thought… maybe you could help me.”

That stopped him. The Snake turned, his eyes studying her more closely this time. “Blind?” he repeated, a hint of surprise in his voice. “You wander into my territory, over and over, blind?”

Nyx nodded. “I’ve been blind for as long as I can remember.”

The Snake’s expression didn’t soften, but there was a flicker of interest. “And what do I gain from helping the dragon’s pet?”

Nyx bit her lip. “I could help you… clean your cave or something.”

The Snake let out a sharp laugh. “Clean my cave? Look around, girl. My domain is perfect, just as I am.”

Nyx felt heat rising in her cheeks. “Then I could… I don’t know, pick food for you?”

The Snake moved closer, towering over her. “You can do nothing for me,” he hissed. “So why should I waste my time on you?”

Nyx felt herself shrinking under his gaze, her confidence crumbling. She looked at the ground, feeling foolish for coming.

“Leave,” the Snake commanded, his voice cold. “And don’t come back.”

Something in Nyx snapped. Why was he treating her like this when all she did was ask for help? “Arrogant bastard,” she muttered under her breath.

The Snake’s head whipped around, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “What did you say?”

Nyx stood frozen, regretting the words instantly, but it was too late.

In a flash, the Snake lunged, coiling his massive body around her. His scales pressed against her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs.

“You dare insult me in my own domain?” His voice was venomous, his grip tightening as Nyx gasped for breath.