Back on planet Carter, twenty years had passed since Ralak established the Primordial God religion. The faith had spread far and wide, and those who devoted themselves to the teachings of the church were known as Eternals, a title symbolizing their eternal dedication to their god. Those personally blessed by Ralak, given a portion of the Primordial God’s immense power, were called Saints, protectors and holy warriors of the faith. Ralak, as the one who directly communicated with Carter, was revered as the Sovereign, a figure of unmatched wisdom and authority, guiding the world in Carter’s name.
With the rapid spread of the church came opposition in the form of false religions and pretenders trying to draw the people away. One by one, these false prophets and their followers were crushed, their teachings shown to be hollow, until only one group remained—the Void Cult. Unlike others, this group rejected belief in any higher power, embracing only science and logic. They were primarily Nyth from the main continent, along with some Vorasis remnants. Despite Ralak’s efforts to bring them under the church’s influence, the Void Cult had persisted, spreading its influence among the more skeptical and intellectual factions of the world.
Their refusal to believe in gods or divine beings made them a persistent thorn in the side of the Primordial Church, and their settlement grew into a stronghold of dissent on the main continent.
Ralak had established the grand church in the heart of the Trekan continent, a monumental structure where the faith of the Primordial God thrived. The entire Trekan race had embraced the religion, making the continent its spiritual center. The towering white spires of the church pierced the sky, its halls adorned with ancient symbols of divine power and glowing murals depicting the might of the Primordial God.
While Ralak roamed the sacred halls, reflecting on his mission, the massive double doors of the church suddenly burst open with a resounding thud. A Saint, panting and wide-eyed, rushed through the entrance and fell to his knees before the Sovereign. "Great Sovereign, we have a problem!"
Ralak turned calmly, already sensing the nature of the disturbance. His piercing gaze met the Saint's frantic eyes as he spoke, his voice steady and composed. "It’s the Void Cult, isn’t it?"
The Saint nodded, sweat beading on his brow. "Yes, Sovereign. Their influence grows stronger by the day. They've started gathering more followers in secret, spreading their teachings across the other continents. Their science-based ideologies are convincing more of the Nyth and even a few Vorasis they even started trying to approach the fexdrin before us. They've openly begun challenging our faith, questioning the divine power of the Primordial God."
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Ralak sighed, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the horizon. "They dare question the truth, defy the will of the Primordial God, and undermine all we have built. This heresy cannot continue unchecked." He paused for a moment, then added, "Gather the other Saints. It’s time we remind the world of the true power of our lord."
Ralak made his way to a hidden cave, deep in the mountains, a perfect stronghold crafted by the Qorveth believers with their earth-bending abilities. The cave was concealed from the prying eyes of the Void Cult, offering a secure place for covert travel and planning. The rocky walls hummed with faint vibrations of magic, as if responding to the holy power that Ralak and the other Saints wielded. His mind was focused, intent not only on wiping out the heretics from this continent but on igniting a global purge, one that would remind the world of the Primordial God's undeniable power.
One by one, the Saints of the Primordial God entered the cave. These were the most devoted followers of the church, blessed with divine power and tasked with protecting the faith. However, two notable races were absent: the Fexdrin, who lived too far away for their influence to reach, and the Ozilath, whose aggressive nature made them unpredictable and unreliable allies.
Sixty-three Saints had gathered for this mission. Towering above the others were the 20 Nyth, their slender, elongated forms and pitch-black eyes giving them a commanding presence. Alongside them stood 12 Trekan Saints, their red-skinned, spiky-foreheaded figures filled with quiet strength. The 6 Vorasis, with their four arms and six sharp eyes, glared at the group with cunning calculation. Fifteen Qorveth Saints, blue-skinned and all-female, stood in unison, their earth manipulation unrivaled. And finally, the 10 Xlydra, salamander-like beings, radiated a primal energy that reflected their deep connection to the natural water element.
Ralak raised his hand to the sky, his eyes closing as he uttered a silent prayer. In that moment, a beam of golden light descended upon him and the gathered Saints, enveloping them in a radiant glow. The light shimmered around them, enhancing their speed and vitality. It was a blessing from the Primordial God himself.
“Let’s move,” Ralak commanded, his voice resolute.
The Qorveth Saints responded immediately, shifting the earth beneath them and opening a wide passageway toward the Void Cult’s hidden base. The ground trembled as they advanced, their movements swift and purposeful, the divine light around them guiding their way. This would be more than just a strike against the heretics—it would be the beginning of a holy purge.
They all dived into the cave thanks to the blessing they just received there speed increased greatly moving at 200 miles an hour. Ralak led them moving even faster, eyes stood cooled and darker than usual. Not only do these people want to ignore his lord's words but offend them which he would never allow.