(I hope you all remember Nyxara?)
The wind howled across the frozen wasteland, its fury unmatched by any earthly storm. Snowflakes, sharp as razors, whipped through the air, their deadly dance a constant threat to any who dared to venture into this unforgiving realm. This was no ordinary planet - it was a world of eternal winter, a place where even the hardiest of creatures struggled to survive.
In the heart of this icy hell, where the very air seemed to freeze in one's lungs, a lone figure strode forward. Each step left a perfect imprint in the snow, undisturbed by the raging tempest around them. The figure's black cape, despite the gale-force winds, hung still and unmoving, as if it existed in a bubble of calm amidst the chaos.
Suddenly, the figure halted. A gloved hand reached up, grasping the edge of the hood that had shielded their face from view. With a swift motion, the hood was thrown back, revealing a sight that seemed at odds with the bleak surroundings.
It was a woman, her beauty as striking as it was unexpected in this desolate place. Her hair, black as the void between stars, cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight. It moved with a life of its own, undulating gently even in the absence of wind. Her eyes, piercing and alert, scanned the landscape with a predator's intensity.
The woman's attire was a stark contrast to the white world around her. She wore armor of deepest crimson, its surface gleaming with an inner light that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. Each plate was intricately crafted, fitting her form perfectly while offering maximum protection. Her hands were encased in gauntlets of the same material, their fingers ending in sharp points that hinted at their potential as weapons.
Taking a deep breath, the woman filled her lungs with the frigid air. Then, with a voice that seemed to shake the very foundations of the planet, she called out:
"I am looking for the Order!"
Her words carried power, each syllable a hammer blow against the howling wind. The storm itself seemed to recoil, momentarily silenced by the sheer force of her proclamation.
For a moment, all was still. Then, a reply came, its volume matching hers in intensity:
"Leave!"
The woman's lips curled into a smile, a predatory grin that spoke of anticipation rather than fear. "You will send me back before seeing me?" she challenged, her voice laced with amusement.
The response was not in words, but in action. The air grew heavy, thick with an oppressive force that bore down upon the woman like the weight of a mountain. The snow-covered ground around her began to sink, compressing under the immense pressure. Yet, in a perfect circle around her, the ground remained untouched, as if protected by an invisible barrier.
"You shouldn't have done that, though," she said, her tone almost playful. "It's useless."
A sound of frustration cut through the air, followed by movement from a nearby ice cave. From its depths emerged a figure both familiar and alien - a humanoid being with skin the color of a clear summer sky. His ears tapered to delicate points, reminiscent of the elves of human legend. But it was his hair that truly caught the eye - a deep, vibrant green that moved and swayed like seaweed in an ocean current.
"I don't like you," the blue-skinned being stated flatly, his voice carrying the weight of eons.
The woman's smile widened. "You don't have to be like that, darling," she replied, her tone light and teasing.
The man's eyes narrowed, power radiating from him in palpable waves. "What do you want, Nyxara?" he demanded.
Nyxara's response was as direct as it was shocking. "I came for your blood," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
For a moment, silence reigned. The blue-skinned being seemed to struggle with her words, his face a mask of disbelief. Then, with a roar that shook the very planet, he exploded in rage. "You dare!?"
The world around them began to crumble, the ice cracking and splitting as the being's anger manifested in physical form. Nyxara, however, remained unfazed. With a casual wave of her hand, she released her own energy, immediately quelling the apocalyptic effects of the being's outburst.
"Hey, calm down," she chided. "You could destroy this world due to your anger issues."
The being, realizing the truth of her words and the extent of her power, made a swift decision. In the blink of an eye, the frozen wasteland vanished, replaced by the vast emptiness of space. They now stood - or rather, floated - at the very edge of the universe, surrounded by the remnants of long-dead worlds and the faint light of distant galaxies.
"Smart of you to bring us here, Kaelin," Nyxara commented, her posture relaxed despite the change in surroundings.
Kaelin, the Order of this world, a being of immense power tasked with maintaining the balance of existence, faced Nyxara with a mixture of anger and trepidation. He knew, deep in his core, that this battle would not be easily won.
Without warning, Kaelin launched himself at Nyxara, his fists crackling with raw energy. Each punch he threw was a thunderous explosion, tearing through the fabric of space itself. Miniature black holes formed and dissipated in the wake of his attacks, the very essence of reality warping around them.
Nyxara moved with inhuman grace, her body twisting and turning to avoid Kaelin's furious assault. Her red armor shimmered with each movement, catching and reflecting the light of distant stars. "Predictable as ever, Kaelin," she taunted, her voice carrying clearly despite the vacuum of space.
Frustrated by his inability to land a hit, Kaelin changed tactics. With a thought, he summoned a storm of cosmic debris - asteroids, planet fragments, and stardust all hurtled towards Nyxara at incredible speeds. The barrage was dense enough to shred entire worlds, yet Nyxara danced through it as if it were nothing more than a gentle rain.
"Is that all you've got?" she called out, her eyes gleaming with excitement and challenge.
Kaelin's blue skin began to glow with an otherworldly light, his face contorted in a mask of rage. He raised his hands high, channeling the power of his position as an Order. The space around them trembled as a wave of pure, destructive energy surged forth, aimed directly at Nyxara.
In response, Nyxara leaped into the air, her gauntleted hands slicing through the energy wave with precision and power. The destructive force dispersed into harmless sparks, scattering across the void.
"Your anger is your weakness," Nyxara said as she landed lightly on her feet - or rather, on the nothingness of space that seemed to support her as if it were solid ground. "You'll destroy everything before you even touch me."
Kaelin's response was a blast of pure power, a beam of judicial energy that tore through space with the intensity of a thousand suns. Nyxara dodged with a fluid motion, the beam narrowly missing her and obliterating a distant planetoid. The explosion lit up the darkness, a brief, brilliant flash that highlighted the intensity of their battle.
"Control yourself, Kaelin," she chided, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're making this too easy."
As the battle raged on, Kaelin's attacks grew more frantic, his movements fueled by a mixture of desperation and fury. Nyxara continued to evade, her body a blur of motion, her armor flashing with each dodge. The space around them became a canvas of destruction, with energy blasts lighting up the void and debris fields forming from shattered celestial bodies.
"Show me your true power," Nyxara demanded, her voice cutting through the din of battle. "Stop holding back!"
Kaelin's face twisted with determination and rage. With a primal scream that seemed to echo through the soundless void, he unleashed a colossal strike. His fist, charged with the full might of his position as an Order, shattered the space-time continuum around them. Reality itself seemed to fracture, cracks spreading out like a spider's web across the fabric of the universe.
Nyxara pirouetted around the attack, her armor glowing with an inner light that pulsed in rhythm with the beating of her heart. "Pathetic," she whispered, her eyes locked on Kaelin. "You're still holding back. You're an Order - fight like one!"
Her words seemed to ignite something within Kaelin. His eyes blazed with a newfound determination, the power within him surging to levels he had never before accessed. The void around them crackled with energy, reality itself bending and warping in response to the sheer magnitude of his power.
"You want my true power, Nyxara?" Kaelin roared, his voice somehow carrying through the vacuum of space. "Then face it!"
Nyxara's smile widened, a predatory grin that spoke of anticipation and excitement. "Finally," she whispered, bracing herself for what was to come.
Kaelin's body erupted with a blinding light, his form expanding as he drew upon the very essence of the cosmos. Stars flickered and dimmed in response, their light bending towards him as if drawn by an invisible force. Galaxies in the far distance seemed to shudder, feeling the pull of his immense power.
With a gesture that seemed to tear the very fabric of space, Kaelin unleashed a torrent of cosmic energy. It was more than just a beam or a blast - it was pure, unfiltered creation and destruction, the very power that shaped and reshaped the universe. The energy surged towards Nyxara, a tidal wave of force that threatened to unmake her very existence.
Nyxara's eyes narrowed as she faced the oncoming onslaught. Her armor began to glow with an intense red light, pulsing with a power that matched Kaelin's in its intensity. With a swift motion, she raised her gauntleted hands, forming a shield of crimson energy before her.
The collision between Kaelin's attack and Nyxara's shield was cataclysmic. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through space, distorting light and matter in ever-expanding circles. Nyxara gritted her teeth, her muscles straining as she held her ground against the relentless assault. Sweat beaded on her brow, evaporating instantly in the intense heat generated by the clash of powers.
"Impressive," she muttered, her voice strained but steady. "But not enough."
With a fierce cry that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, Nyxara pushed back against the cosmic beam. Her shield began to expand, absorbing and redirecting the energy Kaelin was pouring into his attack. Step by step, she began to advance, each movement deliberate and powerful.
Kaelin's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Nyxara approaching, pushing through his ultimate attack as if it were nothing more than a strong wind. "Impossible!" he shouted, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and desperation.
As Nyxara closed the distance between them, her shield dissipated, the absorbed energy crackling around her fists. With a movement almost too fast to follow, she swung her arm, her gauntleted fist connecting with Kaelin's jaw.
The impact was like a supernova, a burst of energy that sent Kaelin hurtling through space. He crashed into a distant asteroid, the force of the collision shattering the massive rock into millions of pieces. The debris scattered across the void, a new asteroid field born from their battle.
Slowly, painfully, Kaelin struggled to his feet. His body, once the picture of cosmic perfection, was now battered and bruised. Golden ichor, the blood of immortals, trickled from a cut on his lip. His breathing was labored, each intake of non-existent air a testament to his weakened state.
"You... you can't win," he gasped, his voice weak but still carrying the remnants of his pride.
Nyxara floated towards him, her movements as graceful and controlled as ever. There wasn't a scratch on her armor, not a hair out of place. She looked as fresh as she had at the start of their battle, a stark contrast to Kaelin's battered form.
"I already have," she said softly, her eyes locked onto his. There was no mockery in her gaze, no gloating - only a calm certainty that spoke volumes about her power. "Now, give me what I came for."
Kaelin's face twisted in pain and resignation. He knew he was defeated, knew that to continue fighting would only lead to his destruction. With a trembling hand, he reached out, a small vial materializing in his palm. Within it swirled a liquid that seemed to contain galaxies - his blood, the essence of an Order.
"Take it," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "But know this, Nyxara. You may have won this battle, but the others won't let you have their blood so easily."
Nyxara took the vial, her expression unreadable as she examined the cosmic fluid within. "We'll see," she replied, her voice calm and steady. "I have collected from the others anyway. It's just the Order in charge of the dragon planet and a few others remaining."
She paused, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I only needed the blood for weapon refinement, you know. It's nothing personal."
Kaelin's eyes widened at this revelation, but before he could respond, Nyxara continued.
"Until next time, Kaelin. Try to keep this world safe in my absence. It would be a shame if I had to come back and clean up your messes."
With those parting words, Nyxara turned and vanished into the void, leaving Kaelin alone amidst the wreckage of their battle. The Order of the frozen world floated there, surrounded by the debris of shattered planets and the fading echoes of their cosmic clash, contemplating the power of the being who had so thoroughly defeated him.
As Nyxara traveled through the cosmos, the vial of Kaelin's blood secure in her possession, her mind was already turning to her next target. The Order of the dragon planet would be a formidable opponent, perhaps even more so than Kaelin. But Nyxara's lips curled into a smile at the thought. After all, she lived for the thrill of battle, for the challenge of facing the most powerful beings in existence.
And as she soared through the star-studded void, leaving a trail of red energy in her wake, Nyxara couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
The universe was vast, filled with incredible powers and ancient secrets. And she was determined to claim them all before Oliver fully awaken and planet Orton, her home is rebuilt, one battle at a time.