Aedhira's eyes widened at the revelation, a mix of surprise and confusion etching across his face. "Wait, Solare was gone? What happened to Father dearest?"
[The God and The Goddess had an understanding, a balance. The absence of one disrupted the harmony. Solare's sacrifice allowed Veria to endure and continue her existence. However, his absence left an emptiness that echoed through the cosmos.]
Aedhira struggled to grasp the concept of such cosmic entities and their intricate relationships. "So, Veria is the only one left now?"
[Yes, Sire. Veria endured and bore witness to the birth of countless civilizations. The Fervors, her first children, played their part in shaping the cosmos. They were her stewards, caretakers of the balance. But with time, a darkness emerged.]
Aedhira's curiosity deepened, "Darkness? What are you talking about?"
[The Nightmeir, a malevolent force that feeds on the chaos and strife of civilizations. It corrupts the very fabric of reality and seeks to consume all. The Fervors fought against it, but its influence persisted.]
"So what then?"
[The Fervors, despite their status, their pride, they sought assistance. A cry for help that resounded within the cosmos. A cry so loud, that naturally, it could not be ignored, at least for those that had heard it. Races from across the universe gathered among this space. They were the strongest their respective races had to offer. Be it a leader, or a champion.]
[ The Alves, The Dwarves, The Sanguines, The Zephyrs, Even a race, who's strength was slowly growing at the time, the unremarkable Humans showed to offer their assistance. Among these, there were only 3 who's appearance was truly unexpected.]
Aedhira's eyebrows raised, when he heard this, he was becoming more invested in Argos's fairyta-history accounts.
[These races were known famously to be blessed by the universe or at least, 'a' universe anyway.
The Angels and their Collective, blessed by divinities from a universe beyond ours.
The Daemons and their Clans, nomads from a bygone universe, seemingly eldritch in nature.
And finally, The Dragons and their Hordes. Said to be a universal constant, even within the infinite universes, they are peak existences. Born strong. And only get stronger with time.]
[When these three appeared, together no less, only then would everyone realize, that the Nightmeir was more than just another infestation.
Adamos, the 1652th leader of the Horde at the time had personally said.
"This is just the beginning. What we are seeing, it is but an omen of the end"]