Now, in space, the goddess Isha watched as the color of the planet turned red—a reaction to the brutal introduction of magical force. The planet was on the brink of collapse, and the rules and laws of the world were being redefined. This world was an abandoned experimental zone, a neutral ground.
One of the system's functions had been activated; this world was changing, all in preparation for war.
A war between deities unfolded according to well-defined standards, and the slightest error could spell the end of everything. Measures were always taken to avoid collapse after the fall of one divinity or another. Currently, there were thirteen deities in play.
To make things interesting, she had created an apocalypse in this desolate world.
"I understand now why I couldn't find you. After all, I hid you from myself."
With her childlike body, Isha stood in the void of space, defying the laws of physics. It was not humanly possible to stand and think in space. Even if it was a body she had created for this purpose, based on the standards of a world of mystery and magic, it was still impressive.
"Theos, there's no doubt you'll heal soon enough, but you'll go unnoticed for a while. So, I look forward to your next move—how ironic.
The girl smiled, self-mockingly.
"Show yourself; Isha said calmly. Normally, sound shouldn't travel through space, but everyone in this vast void would surely hear her voice. It was something that could not be explained in this world, at least for now.
"Even with this body, do you really think I wouldn't have noticed you?"
Suddenly, space began to warp; a point of light appeared and grew to human size. The light faded, and behind it, a man emerged. He wore armor made from parts of unknown origins. At a glance, one could appreciate the beauty of the craftsmanship as well as its effectiveness. The man concealed his face behind a mask.
"What are you doing here, Lady Isha? he asked, his voice trembling."
The man realized he had made a serious mistake: before him stood a goddess, and everyone knew how renowned that goddess was. He removed his helmet, revealing the face of a man in his fifties, with a white and black beard, a scarred face, and long black hair tied in a bun.
He tried to muster all the respect he could for something superior to himself.
"BAD", the man heard these words, but this time it was in his head. He seemed surprised and disconcerted. After regaining his composure, he understood that he was in a very bad position—indeed, he was affiliated with the BAD.
"And don't use those skills recklessly here. What would you do if this place collapsed?" The voice continued to echo in his mind. Indeed, moving around and manipulating space could cause a collapse.
The man remained calm, his gaze not settling on Isha. He quickly contemplated the situation, knowing that his fate depended on his next actions.
"My business here is my own. I alone decide the limits of my domain. I've found an interesting new activity, but… —She extended her hand sideways, and a sword appeared in her palm.
"...it wasn't enough. I'm going to test this body by playing with an insect like you.
"It's the Dimensional Lance, a God-class weapon."; he stammered, his voice betraying his anxiety.
To Isha, it was just a trinket, but the fact that he knew about it proved that he had access to information.
"Good!" she exclaimed.
The man flinched; he feared for his life. He couldn't die here, not now, not on a whim. He had released all his energy and charged directly at the deity before him; it was the only method he had found to escape.
However, with such an existence, there were spells worse than death. It was also a way to show all the respect he could muster for the gods.