15th of Verdant Season, Year 14,450, Grand Magus World
At the Heart of Illyria Kingdom, Capital City Arcathia
Secret Chamber of the Ancestor of the Royal Family
Alistair Illyria's POV
The dimly lit chamber was a sanctuary of solitude, and Alistair had spent the past fourteen days immersed in meditation and self-reflection.
The aura of his newly attained tier 11 God status pulsed around him, a testament to his determination and the chaotic energy bestowed by the *Cosmic Chimera*.
As he felt his strength stabilize, a sense of accomplishment swelled within him.
However, that triumph was abruptly interrupted. The tattoo on his neck, a mark of his bond with the *Cosmic Chimera*, suddenly heated up, radiating a warning. Notifications began to flash before his eyes, each one more urgent than the last.
"*Cosmic Chimera* is furious and telling you to flee from the palace as some people are going to ambush you."
"*Starborn Titan* is interested in the identities of this group as he can't bypass the mask these people are wearing."
"*Draconic Crown*'s interest is piqued, and he is waiting for this group to take action."
"*Moonlit Warden* exclaims in surprise as this is the first time he is seeing the ancient organization of the Grand Magus World, the Truth Order, in action."
Alistair's heart raced as he processed the messages.
His initial reaction was a surge of excitement; he yearned to test his newfound strength against any challengers.
The thought of engaging in battle against foes stirred a primal instinct within him. But as the reality of the situation set in, that excitement quickly turned to dread.
If even a powerful constellation like the *Cosmic Chimera* was warning him to flee, it meant his enemies were likely formidable.
Third POV
Outside the Grand Magus World, the constellations had been conducting their investigations into this mysterious realm. Among the myriad of intriguing discoveries, none captured their attention quite like the Truth Order.
Despite their extensive searches using their spiritual consciousness, they had been unable to identify a single member of this enigmatic organization.
Now, witnessing the Truth Order springing into action, the constellations were captivated.
They longed to unravel the secrets of this group, especially since they could not monitor them through their usual methods—most of their contractees were bound in master-servant relationships that allowed the constellations to observe them.
The inability to discern the identities or intentions of the Truth Order ignited their curiosity.
The constellations, often dulled by the monotony of their existence, found a flicker of excitement in this unexpected development.
Their long lives had made them desperate for stimulation, and the prospect of engaging with something as elusive as the Truth Order provided a welcome distraction from their otherwise stagnant lives.
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Alistair's POV
The warnings from the *Cosmic Chimera* hung heavily in the air, and Alistair wrestled with his emotions.
Initially, the thrill of confrontation beckoned to him.
He yearned to unleash the rage he felt towards the Lightning Emperor, the one responsible for his past misfortunes. However, that excitement was short-lived, replaced by the cold reality of his situation.
If a constellation was advising him to flee, he understood that the ambushers were likely beyond his current capabilities.
After a moment of deliberation, he weighed his options. The thrill of battle was enticing, but survival had to take precedence. He would not allow his emotions to cloud his judgment.
With a heavy heart but clear resolve, Alistair decided to heed the warning.
He would flee the palace and reassess his circumstances from a safe distance. The desire for revenge simmered within him, but it would have to wait.
As he gathered his belongings and prepared to escape, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.
The Truth Order was taking action, and while he had initially viewed them as rivals, he now recognized their potential as allies—or threats—depending on how he chose to navigate this treacherous landscape.
In that moment, Alistair made a silent vow: he would not remain a pawn in this game. He would rise to the occasion, strengthen his ties to the *Cosmic Chimera*, and forge a path that would lead him back to power.
But first, he needed to survive.
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