"This planet is naught but a frozen wasteland," Sathiel remarked, her tone as crisp and unforgiving as her spiked flail. Trudging through the endless snowscape, her voice pierced through the biting cold like a shard of obsidian. "I doubt any mortals or civilisation could endure amidst such inhospitable conditions."

Nemesis, his polar bear form blending with the white expanse, had just finished standing on his hind legs, growling softly, "It's subtle, but they were here once. Something wiped them out."

Meanwhile, Lumi'Nae, draped in the ethereal veil of the void, remained unaffected by the bitter chill. Her steps were swift and purposeful, cutting through the blizzard easily. Despite the harsh conditions, she seemed to know exactly where they needed to go, leading the way with an eerie confidence that bordered on the supernatural.

They arrived at the edge of a bottomless cliff, where the world seemed to dissolve into darkness. Lumi'Nae stood perilously close to the brink, her gaze piercing the abyss as if seeking answers hidden within its depths. Sathiel, her armoured figure tense with unease, peered over the edge, her fear of heights obvious in the biting wind.

"Lady Lumi'Nae," Sathiel's voice trembled slightly, "don't tell me we're going down there? I... I'm afraid of heights."

Lumi'Nae turned, her void mantle undulated around her like a black mist of mysteries untold. "Down there lies the truth we seek," she replied. "We must descend if we are to uncover what has been hidden."

Sathiel's grip tightened on the flail hanging from her belt, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "But it's so deep... I don't know if I can..."

Nemesis offered a reassuring growl. "We'll watch over you, Sathiel. Together, we'll face whatever lies below."

With a hesitant nod, Sathiel mustered her fortitude, drawing upon the strength of her companions as she steeled herself to plunge into the unknown abyss.

As they plummeted through the darkness, the passage of time became a blur, the sensation of falling stretching on incessantly. Sathiel's heart pounded with adrenaline, the rush of wind whipping past her as they descended deeper and deeper.

But just as the abyss and eternity threatened to trap them, Lumi'Nae's wings glowed and disassembled that possibility. Then, with a thought into the void, she called upon her primordial powers, bending the fabric of reality itself to her will.

In an instant, the bottomless abyss seemed to rush up to meet them, the darkness parting like a veil as they hurtled towards the depths below. With a rush of air and a cacophony of echoing whispers, they breached multiple barriers between worlds, descending into the Abyss Realm.

They stood upon the shimmering surface of the azure waters, which radiated an otherworldly iridescence and cast soothing reflections that stretched out endlessly before them. Despite the unsettling beauty of their surroundings, lurking dangers remained hidden beneath.

Nemesis, standing bipedal like a polar bear, surveyed their surroundings with senses beyond the ordinary. "I've long suspected," he rumbled, his voice traversing smoothly through the peaceful stillness, "but it seems undeniable now—this place is a fragment of the Abyss Realm."

Lumi'Nae nodded solemnly, eldritch substance leaking from her right stump into the waters. "The Abyss... the realm closest to the Void."

"Why have we ventured into this forsaken desolation, Lady Lumi'Nae?" inquired Sathiel. Her touch grazed a building, causing it to crumble into the ocean, disappearing into the abyss below.

Lumi'Nae sought to know, "Don't you find it relaxing?" Her gaze drifted skyward, where an inverted, mirrored world greeted her with its surreal palette. Running her hand through her hair, she peered deeply into the reflection with her Eldritch Gaze, noting the uncanny contrast of her own white hair against Nemesis' black fur. If she hadn't known better, she might have mistaken him for a black bear rather than a polar one. Sathiel's hair, in contrast, shimmered with a light blue hue. 'Cute,' she thought to herself, her expression inscrutable to those around her. "As for your question," she continued thoughtfully, "it's connected to my missing right arm."

Without any hesitation, Lumi'Nae slammed her boot onto the waters. In a breathtaking moment, a colossal explosion erupted, launching Tiamat, the seven-headed dragon, skyward through a towering wall of water.

"Primordial Tiamat," Nemesis stated as the massive dragon cast a shadow that eclipsed the heavens. "Even now, I cannot sense any energy emanating from her. Like other primordial beings, she transcends all forms of energy. Sovereign among us, only you possess the ability to perceive her Metaphysical Might."

Tiamat, the colossal seven-headed dragon, alighted upon the cresting waves, her many heads swivelling to regard Lumi'Nae and Nemesis with a mixture of curiosity and recognition.

"I know you," thundered Tiamat, her voice echoing like the roar of a tempest. "The primordial Void... and the insignificant incarnate of Existentialism. Have you both ventured here seeking assimilation into the eternal Abyss?"

Lumi'Nae replied, "We seek not assimilation, but understanding."

Meanwhile, one of Tiamat's heads turned to Sathiel. "And who might this insect be?" she inquired. "Are these two puny deities meant to be my dessert, Void? They seem hardly worth eating, mere droplets in the vast ocean of existence."

"I am the Goddess of Pestilence," Sathiel declared proudly, stepping forward to position herself protectively in front of Lumi'Nae. However, before she could fully shield her, Lumi'Nae's left hand gently halted her movement.

Soon after Lumi'Nae raised her right stump, pulsating with eldritch essence, a strange phenomenon occurred. Tiamat, the colossal dragon, began to exhibit subtle eldritch markings along her blue scales, as if responding in kind. An Aura of Terror enveloped them, heightening the tangible connection between them.

"Abyss. Why do I sense my right arm within you?" Lumi'Nae inquired as she observed the emergence of the eldritch markings on Tiamat's imposing form.

One of Tiamat's heads extended closer to Lumi'Nae's right stump, its massive snout sniffing the eldritch essence dribbling from it with a sense of familiarity. "Smells like an eldritch I assimilated long ago," Tiamat rumbled, her voice resonating with ancient evil.

As Tiamat spoke, another of her heads began to exhibit odd behaviour and cloaked itself completely in an abyssal veil. With a Savage Strike, this head snapped towards one of the others, its jaws clamping shut with a force that caused no physical harm, but carried a potent display of dominance.

"I sense that eldritch within your vessel," Tiamat continued, her voice echoing with a mix of invitation and challenge, "perhaps you'd like to join me completely?"

"You may not recall, Sovereign," Nemesis addressed Lumi'Nae with a solemn tone, "but the Abyss was one of your earliest creations. However, when she turned against you, seeking to usurp the very fabric of the Void, you had no choice but to exile her to isolation."

"Well then, we should leave her be," Lumi'Nae remarked with her usual calm demeanour. "It's time for us to depart."

"I think not," Tiamat interjected, her voice resonating with ominous authority, as the abyssal pressure surrounding her surged with intensity.

Before they could make their exit, Tiamat, the Primordial Abyss, unleashed her power, causing the sea beneath them to churn violently. Rain poured upwards from the raging waters. Dark clouds formed a dome overhead, enclosing them in a stormy darkness.

Despite Lumi'Nae transporting them out of it, Sathiel and Nemesis found themselves back in Tiamat's domain once again.

Lumi'Nae stepped forward and stated, "Their departure ensures your continued existence."

Tiamat countered with ominous finality, "Your struggles only hasten your demise, for none can defy the will of the Abyss." Yet, Lumi'Nae's subtle aura of power hinted that she considered Tiamat no match for her, subtly suggesting that surrender might be the dragon's wisest course of action.

Sathiel's expression tensed with anticipation. "This creature seems interested only in fighting," she remarked.

"Fighting? No, you're just a little snack, remember?" Tiamat replied arrogantly.

As Tiamat's heads lunged at Lumi'Nae's party, tremendous towers of water erupted upon impact.

Four heads zeroed in on Lumi'Nae, their jaws snapping hungrily, yet she avoided each attack by mere centimetres. Meanwhile, Nemesis underwent a transformation, his form shifting into that of a formidable templar wielding Grimwarden, a spectral greatsword brought forth from the darkest nightmares.

With his Nightmare Mimicry: Dreadguard Stance, Nemesis deflected three of Tiamat's heads, his imposing figure bathed in moonlight as his dark skin shimmered with a mystical aura. Yet, despite his efforts, one of Tiamat's heads slipped past his defences, hurtling towards Sathiel with alarming speed.

Sathiel, surrounded by her demonic aura, expanded herself to rival the colossal scale of Tiamat's immense head. With a vicious snap of its jaws, the dragon ensnared her, clamping down on Sathiel's tower shield.

The dark knight tightened her grip on her Gehenna's Grasp and with a mighty swing, she unleashed a devastating strike inside the dragon's mouth. The spiked flail connected with a deafening impact, causing Tiamat to bellow in agony as acidic blood spewed forth from her wounded maw, splattering across Sathiel's black armour.

Enraged, Tiamat's scales were coated with abyssal substance, each of her heads preparing to unleash an Abyssal Breath of Ruination, propelling dark and azure beams with devastating force.

The four beams aimed at Lumi'Nae transformed into fish mid-air and plunged into the waters below.

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Then, as a follow-up, Lumi'Nae transformed the four heads of Tiamat into uncontrollable eldritch tentacles that thrashed wildly, driven by the dragon's abyssal power coursing through them. With skillful finesse, she deflected their attacks using her ten black wings, then took to the air, parrying each tentacle slam with just her left arm.

Nemesis, with one leg firmly planted on the ground, strained visibly as he held Grimwarden aloft to block the two beams pressing down on him with immense force. He wondered if this was how Atlas felt when bearing the heavens. Meanwhile, Sathiel, trapped at point-blank range, used her Bloodbound Barrier to form layers of shields from Tiamat's blood, blocking the devastating breath. The barrier constantly drained Tiamat's blood, strengthening itself while weakening the dragon.

Taking stock of the chaotic battlefield with closed eyes, Nemesis focused his awareness on Lumi'Nae. With a flick of her wrist, she effortlessly deflected Tiamat's writhing tentacles, as though engaging in a playful game with her pet dragon. Meanwhile, Sathiel's defence resembled a thorny fortress. Yet, Nemesis couldn't shake the realisation that Sathiel's power lacked the necessary potency to conclude the battle immediately. Understanding the pressing need for decisive action, Nemesis began to intone an incantation:

Nightmare's Nemesis,

Gazes upon twin divines,

Hungry void watches.

Ruby goddess weaves,

Threads of fate in cosmic loom,

Ouroboros coils.

Turquoise serpent king,

Swallows stars in endless dance,

Eternal return.

Lumi'Nae's mantle glowed, and then two twin deities emerged next to Nemesis. The beige skin of both twins appeared almost luminescent, casting a soft glow around them.

"Feeling the weight of destiny, Nemesis? Tempting fate once more, are we?" Akashirae's voice echoed with undeniable authority, her fiery red hair adding to her commanding presence. Wrapped in a light-coloured cloak, her hood obscured her features. "Maybe you're more resigned to your path than you'd care to admit. Hmph. Still, I am generous enough to pardon your past errors."

Entering the battlefield, Ouroboros' voice resonated with equal authority, captivating the attention of all who heard it. Standing tall in a dark Belstaff trenchcoat, his imposing frame bore many scars, his lengthy turquoise locks fluttering wildly. His face marked with sapphire war paint, he looked intently at the ominous heads of Tiamat, spewing flames toward Nemesis' oversized blade. With a casual yet purposeful stretch, he posed a question: "Could it be that he wrestles not with the yoke of destiny, but with the sheer weight of that greatsword?"

"Brother, set aside thoughts of Nemesis and Tiamat," she implored, gesturing skyward toward Lumi'Nae. "Behold the primordial Void. The First One."

Ouroboros's green eyes trailed the instantaneous movements of Lumi'Nae and Tiamat, his muscles coiling with anticipation for the upcoming battle.

"With their hubris rivalling their powers, myriad gods exalt themselves," Ouroboros proclaimed, his voice filled with disdain. "Countless dare challenge the First God, ignorant of their impending defeat. None possess the true prowess for such a clash—not the gods of war or destruction, nor even the primordials. In her presence, they are rendered feeble."

A sinister grin crept across his face as he continued, "Only I wield the might to conquer the Void, if the hour demands it. But for now, it seems this azure quarry is mine to claim." He discarded his trenchcoat into the air, revealing a white tank top with a cerulean divine dragon tattoo that snaked across his entire torso, including his arms and neck, along with a prominent Nike logo. His attire completed with edgy leather pants. "Let the hunt commence, Nexus Piercer!" With a roar, the trenchcoat transformed into a legendary halberd and materialised in his hand.

"Our quarry," Akashirae corrected, her expression solemn, wagging her index finger vertically to emphasise her point. "We'll end her torment mercifully." She conjured Inevitable Destiny—a crimson fan—and opened it.

In a fleeting moment, Akashirae peered through countless timelines of their battle with Tiamat, discerning the path to victory in the shortest span. Closing the crimson fan, she willed the chosen timeline into existence, shaping reality to align with her vision.

Without warning, Tiamat's massive form plummeted, creating a thunderous impact as she crashed onto the waters. There she lay in a motionless heap, the dragon seemingly vanquished by unseen forces. Upon closer inspection, deep and merciless cleaving and monstrous marks scarred her body, revealing the absence of several heads, limbs, wings, and her tail.

The oppressive dome of dark clouds dispersed, the unnatural rain ceased, and the once raging waters calmed once more.

"A shame you summoned my sister, Nemesis," Ouroboros grumbled, a touch of vexation colouring his words. "I can't even discern which of those cleaving marks was my doing."

Nemesis, liberated from Tiamat's fury, retorted, "I assumed you'd moved forward with Fate, having experienced the battle against Tiamat an infinite amount of times. Surely that would have sufficed? Moreover, in this iteration, I observe you've deployed a diluted rendition of your Cosmic Convergence, exercising restraint to avoid inadvertently harming both Sathiel and myself."

Ouroboros nonchalantly licked Tiamat's blood off his halberd. "Tsk, you remain predictably pragmatic and uninspiring," he dryly remarked. "Nevertheless, dispatching this Tiamat proved to be a trivial task. Admittedly, the others displayed a modicum of competence, posing a somewhat respectable challenge... as mere prey, I suppose. However, it's undeniable that the instability of the Void has inflicted far greater damage upon you and Sathiel than either Tiamat or I ever could."

With each breath steadying, Nemesis ascended, returning his greatsword to its sheath upon his back. "Esteemed Akashirae, Esteemed Ouroboros, your assistance has proven invaluable," he expressed with heartfelt sincerity.

Emerging from Tiamat's mouth and returning to her normal size, Sathiel lets out a relieved laugh, her demeanour surprisingly upbeat despite the intense battle.

"Whew! That was something else, huh?" she exclaimed excitedly. "But hey, we made it out alive! Talk about a close call! Weird that it ended so suddenly."

"I'm well acquainted with your indomitable spirit," Nemesis remarked, his voice bearing a tone of deep respect. "Through the lens of Fate, I've witnessed your fortitude in the direst of circumstances. It speaks volumes of your strength."

With a wide grin and eyes brimming with energy, Sathiel dusted herself off, her flail and shield dripping with Tiamat's blood. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm itching for round two!" she declared enthusiastically. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the halberd twirling in mid-air, revealing the presence of Akashirae and Ouroboros near Nemesis. "Hold on, Nemesis," she asked, "who are those two? I sense a familiarity. They seem far more powerful than your typical deities."

"Close, but not quite. To us primordials, even the supreme gods are less than mere specks, fleeting thoughts, and empty spaces," affirmed Ouroboros, his voice carrying a tone of superiority. With a deliberate swing of his halberd, he brought it dangerously close to Sathiel's face. "Do you not fear death? Or is it because you feel no pain?" His gaze narrowed, recalling their numerous encounters with Tiamat. "Throughout our countless battles against the Abyss, I've witnessed you throw yourself into the jaws of the beast time and again. Her very insides—saliva, blood, all of it—contain accelerated entropy. But I suppose that's inconsequential to you, isn't it, Pestilence? With the Void bolstering you, you might even be more indestructible than I." He stuck his constantly twitching tongue out, the damaged tissue regenerating amidst the entropy, before tucking it back in.

"Countless battles?" Sathiel shook her head. "Even if Lady Lumi'Nae might not require my aid, I fight for both her and myself. Though I must confess, her well-being holds greater importance to me than my own. And Sir Halberd, it's Sathiel, not Pestilence."

"Hello, Fate," Lumi'Nae greeted politely, descending elegantly onto Nexus Piercer from the air. Her attention then shifted to the man beside her. "Paradox, it seems the halberd has served its purpose," she remarked, a subtle tap of her boot indicating her suggestion.

Fate returned the greeting to the Void. Ouroboros, in turn, mused, "Ah, so you do remember us. But do your senses grow dull, or is Tiamat simply beneath your notice, Void?" He then glanced at his twin. "It seems one of us has been remiss, sister, though I wonder if it was me or you? For Tiamat still lives." Sathiel, Nemesis, and Lumi'Nae turned their attention to Tiamat's lifeless form.

"What? Accuse me of making a mistake, brother? You should know better by now," Akashirae retorted sharply, jabbing her finger at his broad chest. "I've merely orchestrated a more merciful fate for Tiamat, a fitting end." She softened slightly. "I'll overlook your misguided accusation this time, as it's what older sisters do."

As if her previous remarks had fallen on deaf ears, Ouroboros interjected, "What's all this fuss about? It's quite obvious I'm your elder brother, isn't it? And let's not forget, I've got more than a few inches on you in height."

As Ouroboros retracted Nexus Piercer, Lumi'Nae leaped off the weapon and advanced towards the remaining two heads of Tiamat.

"I know you're still alive," Lumi'Nae declared, her words echoing in the stillness of the Abyss.

In response, the eyes of Tiamat's remaining two heads flickered with renewed vitality.

One of the heads flew towards Nemesis. Akashirae, standing near the templar, delivered a back fist that caused Tiamat's head to explode, all without even turning to face it.

The other head flew towards Lumi'Nae with horrific vigour. Unfazed, Lumi'Nae extended her right stump towards the approaching head. Her stump assimilated Tiamat's essence, morphing into a humanoid arm with draconic characteristics.

Tiamat's malevolent voice reverberated not only from Lumi'Nae's draconic arm but also from everywhere around the realm. "I shall devour you and transcend into a form beyond reckoning," Tiamat declared. "Fate and Paradox, prepare yourselves to be my next banquet."

As the draconic arm sought to overpower Lumi'Nae, her very being underwent a temporary metamorphosis, yielding to the Abyss' compelling influence. Lumi'Nae's once serene oceanic gaze now narrows into reptilian slits. Fangs protrude from her once-human mouth, now sharpened to a lethal point. Swathes of azure scales replaced her human skin, marking the melding of her essence with Tiamat.

"Hey, cut it out, Tiamat!" Sathiel exclaimed. "Lady Lumi'Nae is not yours to control!"

In contrast, everyone else remained remarkably calm and unshaken by Tiamat's threats.

As Lumi'Nae's curiosity is once again satisfied, a solemn realisation settled over her. "It seems that I won't be having a right arm for a long time," she murmured, her voice tinged with acceptance.

As she prepared to banish Tiamat to the Void, a few memories resurfaced. She glimpsed images of Tiamat: when she was first created by her Void Genesis, when she soared carefree through her Realm of Emptiness, and when she found solace in the proximity of the Void. Lastly, she recalled promising Tiamat eternal happiness.

Lumi'Nae tapped the draconic arm with her left hand, causing it to disperse. The mist coalesced into the form of a gorgeous woman with porcelain skin, shoulder-length white hair, and piercing dark blue eyes. She was clad in pristine white armour adorned with soft white fur, her presence accentuated by a massive, spined blue tail extending behind her.

Lumi'Nae, restored to her original form, and the woman in white locked eyes in silence.

"Oi, who is this?" Ouroboros demanded, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Say something, for I find myself unable to peer into your mind, Void. Or hers for that matter."

"You're embarrassing me, brother," Akashirae remarked, casting off her hood to reveal striking crimson eyes, sanguine war paint, and red fox ears peeking through her red hair. Her face, a blend of beauty, seriousness, and strength, epitomised the pinnacle of human prowess. With a cool demeanour, she added, "It should be obvious," as her ears subtly twitched and adjusted upon their release from the confining hood.

Lumi'Nae said, "Tiamat, would you accompany us on our journey?"

As Lumi'Nae's words resonated through the Abyss Realm, a gentle warmth began to spread, dispelling the darkness and giving birth to a new realm of serene beauty. Where once there was only a sea of emptiness, now stretched a vast field of white flowers, their petals shimmering in the soft light of a blue moon. A gentle breeze rustled through the blossoms, carrying with it a sense of peace and renewal.

Lumi'Nae's companions gazed in awe at the tranquil landscape, their hearts lifted by the beauty that surrounded them.

"In the depths of darkness, we unearthed luminance," Nemesis murmured. "I propose we name this new realm... Luminous Garden."