Outside the Grand Magus World, the vast expanse of the cosmos stretched infinitely in every direction. Amidst this sea of darkness, hundreds of radiant stars shimmered, each glowing with a distinct intensity. These were no ordinary celestial bodies—they were the incarnations of the constellations, divine entities that governed various aspects of the universe. Their size and brilliance were directly linked to the power they wielded, with the largest stars belonging to the most ancient and formidable beings in the cosmos.
The constellations, beings of immense power, had long since established their presence in countless worlds across the universe. Through their incarnations—these stars—they could easily watch over and influence the worlds that intrigued them. Their influence was not absolute, but they ensured that no world of significance went unnoticed, and the Grand Magus World was one such place that had captured their attention. Even the ruler of the constellations, one of the most powerful beings in existence, had his gaze fixed on the happenings of the Grand Magus World.
This world, rich in magical energy and arcane knowledge, was a perfect breeding ground for potential powerhouses. It held mysteries that could shift the balance of power, and many constellations kept a close watch, hoping to glean some truth that might aid their own ambitions. Among these watchers was *Cosmic Chimera*, a Tier 12 High God. Though his true form resided far away in the depths of the cosmos, he had left an incarnation behind in the Grand Magus World to observe, manipulate, and control events as needed. For centuries, he had monitored the world, quietly exerting influence, ever watchful for opportunities to expand his power.
But in an instant, everything changed.
The star representing *Cosmic Chimera*'s incarnation flickered, dimming to a dull red before suddenly exploding in a burst of crimson light. A moment later, a torrent of blood rain began to pour from the heavens, drenching the Grand Magus World in a downpour that seemed to cry out in agony. The blood rain was not a simple atmospheric phenomenon; it was the very essence of *Cosmic Chimera*'s incarnations, marking his violent and unexpected death.
The shockwave of this event rippled through the cosmos, reaching the eyes and ears of the remaining 99 constellations. Every one of them, regardless of size or rank, felt the tremor in the cosmic fabric as one of their own was struck down. Even though *Cosmic Chimera* was "just" a Tier 12 High God, his sudden demise was a shock to them all. After all, his true body existed far away in the deeper recesses of the universe, well beyond the reach of mortal or even divine powers within the Grand Magus World. For him to be slain so suddenly, by someone within the world, raised alarm.
Whispers began to stir among the constellations. How could a being like *Cosmic Chimera*, with the full strength of a Tier 12 High God, be killed by someone of the same level? The answer lay in the details they soon discovered: an ancient relic. A weapon of immeasurable power had been used to bypass the usual defenses and protections that shielded the incarnations of these celestial beings. A relic so ancient and so dangerous that it could slay a High God despite the vast distance between their true form and their incarnation.
Fear took root in many of the constellations. They knew of the existence of powerful artifacts scattered across the universe, relics from times before even the gods, but few had ever seen one in action. For *Cosmic Chimera* to fall to such an item was a testament to its terrifying power. And if such a relic had been used once, there was no telling when it might be used again—or against whom. The thought sent a shiver of unease through the ranks of the constellations, who had long considered themselves above the petty squabbles of mortals and gods alike.
But it wasn't just fear that stirred among them—curiosity flared too. Who could wield such power, and what was their goal? The constellations had already been aware of the growing influence of a mysterious organization in the Grand Magus World: the *Truth Order*. Until now, they had viewed the group as a minor player, a mere collection of ambitious mortals seeking to uncover the mysteries of the universe. But after the fall of *Cosmic Chimera*, it became clear that the *Truth Order* was far more dangerous and influential than any of them had anticipated.
Who led this enigmatic organization? Who had the resources and knowledge to arm their followers with such deadly relics?
Some constellations began to draw a conclusion: only an individual of incredible strength and knowledge could provide such artifacts. The whispers turned to speculation about the *Prophet*, a being who had long been rumored to be the guiding hand behind the *Truth Order*. Though few had seen the *Prophet* in person, his legend had spread far and wide, with some believing he was a god-like figure who had transcended the known tiers of power.
Was the *Prophet* the new moderator of the system that governed the Grand Magus World? Was he the mastermind behind the *Truth Order*'s rise to power? These questions gnawed at the constellations, and for the first time in eons, they felt truly uncertain. The rules of the game were changing, and they were no longer the only players.
A few of the more powerful constellations remained silent, observing from the shadows. They could feel the weight of the remaining stars, the pressure of those whose strength exceeded even their own. Of the 99 constellations left, many were confident that they could crush whatever threat arose from the Grand Magus World, but there was a growing realization that something greater was at play.
Some of the more cautious constellations began fortifying their positions, preparing for the possibility that they might be the next target. Others started probing deeper into the workings of the *Truth Order*, sending their incarnations to investigate the world further. They could not allow another incident like *Cosmic Chimera*'s fall to happen again.
Meanwhile, the most powerful constellations, those who gave even Eric Thaloria pause, remained largely silent. These beings, the Tier 14 God Kings and Tier 15 God Emperors, watched from above with cold calculation. They were not easily moved by the fall of a lesser constellation, but they too sensed the winds of change. If the *Truth Order* and their mysterious *Prophet* truly wielded such power, they might become a force to be reckoned with—even among the stars.
And so, as the blood rain continued to fall over the Grand Magus World, the constellations prepared for what would come next. A new player had entered the cosmic stage, and the balance of power was shifting.