Grand Magus World, Year 14,450.
A thunderous roar reverberated across the realm, shaking the very foundations of its existence.
As the earth trembled, stars of various sizes began to materialize in the sky, illuminating the darkness with an otherworldly brilliance. In that moment, a powerful message resonated through the minds of every living being, echoing across the lands.
"The Judgment Day is approaching, and the doom of the world is near. But the constellations take pity on this realm and are prepared to save those who believe in them."
The words continued, detailing the nature of the constellations, each a god in its own right.
"Even the weakest constellation can fight against a Tier 12 High God of the Grand Magus World. By contracting with a constellation, you can elevate your strength, gaining abilities and skills from your chosen deity."
With each syllable, tension built among the populace. "The bigger the star, the higher the authority of the constellation, and the more powerful it is. I wish for you all to contract with a constellation, for there lies a chance to survive the coming catastrophe."
The skies transformed into a celestial tapestry of varying brightness and sizes. The largest stars shone with an intensity that overwhelmed the senses, casting an ominous glow over the land.
Initially, many dismissed the proclamation as a mere joke, a prank from powerful Tier 11 or Tier 12 gods who reveled in their might. However, as the stars continued to form, an undeniable pressure descended upon the realm, pressing against even the strongest beings.
The realization dawned upon them that the weakest of these constellations could potentially rival their most formidable High Gods.
Fear swept through the populace.
Those who once held power now felt vulnerable, aware that the introduction of this new power system threatened to upend the established order.
The ambitious among them, particularly those lacking talent in magic, felt a glimmer of hope at the prospect of newfound strength.
Among those who felt the pressure, a sense of dread washed over the higher echelons of power. The Tier 11 and Tier 12 gods, traditionally unassailable, bristled with indignation.
Their voices rose in objection against these unknown forces encroaching upon their world.
Yet, amidst their anger, some saw opportunities to break through the barriers that had long confined them to Tier 12, eager to ascend to heights previously deemed unreachable.
Watching the unfolding spectacle, Lucas felt a simmering rage deep within him.
This display of constellations was not merely an announcement; it was a direct affront to his authority and power.
These entities had already sensed his presence, yet they dared to impose their will without his consent. Such arrogance was intolerable.
Suppressing his fury, Lucas sneered, his voice low and dangerous.
"No one knows who will be encroaching on whose powers, and who will have the last laugh. I will see how you remain so arrogant until the end."
He stood at the center of the turmoil, a figure shrouded in mystery, eyes burning with determination.
He had already established his own organization, the Truth Order, and built a foundation in this world.
The constellations' emergence was not just a challenge; it was a gauntlet thrown at his feet.
As the celestial display continued, Lucas plotted his next move. This was not a simple matter of watching from the sidelines. The stars represented not just power but also potential allies and threats.
If these constellations could grant abilities to those who contracted with them, Lucas needed to act decisively to ensure that his influence remained intact.
He turned his gaze skyward, watching the stars shimmer with unyielding intensity. Each flicker held promises and dangers, and he knew he had to harness this chaotic energy to his advantage.
Lucas began to form a plan—one that would not only protect his interests but also allow him to turn the tide of power in his favor.
"Let them think they are the ones in control," he muttered to himself. "I will not be sidelined by their arrogance. If these constellations wish to play games, then they will soon learn that the stakes are higher than they realize."
As he considered the implications of the celestial upheaval, Lucas's mind raced with strategies.
He could use the Truth Order to gather intelligence on these constellations, understanding their strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps he could even find a way to counteract their influence or turn it to his advantage.
He knew he had to move quickly; the excitement and fear spreading throughout the Grand Magus World meant that allegiances could shift overnight.
Many would be eager to contract with the constellations, and he needed to ensure that those who did were either loyal to him or unable to threaten his plans.
As he gathered his thoughts, Lucas felt the weight of destiny pressing upon him.
The impending Judgment Day was not just a threat; it was an opportunity to reshape the very fabric of power in the Grand Magus World.
And he, Lucas Veloria, would be at the center of it all, ready to seize control and assert his dominance in a realm that dared to challenge him.