Besides the Seven Hells, the rest of the Myriad Worlds were bathed in the divine lights.
Even though the blessing of the Original Breath was only for the House of Grace and those that were closely related to Caelum himself, it did not mean that the rest of the people in the Myriad Worlds could not see the divine lights.
In fact, even if they did not want to see, the terrifying divinity within the divine lights shook everyone to the core of their existence.
In a large realm hidden amidst the Myriad Worlds, thousands of beings cloaked in divine auras watched the colourful trio of divine lights surge like a tide, painting the skies of the realm with divine auroras of red, pink and gold.
They were all both in awe and in fear. They themselves were divine beings and yet their Divinities paled in comparison to mere lights.
How much more terrifying could the being who could unleash such power be?
As the realm was caught in an unprecedented chaos, a beautiful and soothing voice rang out from the very heart of the hidden realm.
"~Moon, Sun, all remind me of your Grace. Faith, care, all the love I can't repay.~"
It was just regular song that the singer once heard from a pitiful bard in one of the Myriad Worlds, but it seemed exceptionally fitting for the occasion.
The voice calmed the entire realm. Even though the voice did not carry even the slightest hint of Divinity with its tune, just its presence alone made everyone feel safe and loved. And that was why they were even more confused.
This voice had not been heard in the past few eras as its owner had been in slumber. So why would they suddenly sing now?
And more importantly, the emotions contained within that song were so deep and heartfelt that even without Divinity, it could affect everyone's moods.
Before anyone could try to guess what was happening, four beings from different corners of the realm rushed to the origin of the voice.
""Greetings, Your Majesty!""
The moment the four beings arrived outside the garden, they knelt down amidst the golden lycoris flowers. At the very heart of the garden was a simple bed where a woman sat.
The woman had a white dress with simple accessories, but her long and flowing golden hair made her look more like a treasure than anything that might ever be considered as such.
The four loyal retainers looked at her with excitement and joy, but she did not even take notice of them. Instead she continued gazing at the sky, watching the three divine lights dance about.
Unlike ordinary worlds, Realms were created by Laws of Existence which makes it so that the divine lights cannot simply enter.
And yet, the woman raised her arms to the sky as she smiled beautifully, her ocean blue eyes twinkling with both yearning and anticipation.
And while the four retainers were shocked and confused by her actions, the three divine lights pierced through the boundary of the hidden realm and gathered toward the golden-haired woman making her smile even more softly.
"You've finally managed to wield it. As your Maiden, I am glad. I've waited a long time for this."
The woman could feel the unique Divinities carried by each of the three lights. And although she knew of the other two, she had never really come in contact with them before. But the golden divine light was one that she was very intimately familiar with.
She then hummed a tune that resonated with the golden divine light as another strand of it came out of her body. The two strands then connected, giving her everything she needed to know about the man that cast the lights unto the Reality, and her smile deepened.
She turned to the four who knelt outside her garden and gave them her orders.
"Mir, Fhelem, Beylor and Sistine, it is good to see you again. But we can celebrate our reunion later. Now, I need you to prepare everyone. Tír na nÓg will be relocating as soon as possible."
The four were shocked. Tír na nÓg was not a simple Hidden Realm after all. It was a Realm inhabited by divine beings called Natural Gods.
These were beings who were born as gods through the very authorities they embody. As such, the Realm created by Reality itself to shelter these Natural Gods was not easy to control.
And even though the golden-haired woman had managed to refine the heart of the Realm and became its master and Lord, relocating it was not a simple matter as most of the powers of the Natural Gods were tied to this corner of Reality and the Myriad Worlds.
Moving away from this place would only cause the Natural Gods, who cannot possibly grow any stronger, to only get even weaker. They would not accept this. As such, the eldest retainer among the four, Mir, voiced out.
"Your Majesty, where will we be relocating, if I may ask? I believe it would be easier to appease the others if they know where we will be going."
"Do not worry. Although the place we will be going to is quite far from here, they will not be weakened. In fact, this might be the only chance for any of them to become stronger. As Natural Gods, they will surely grab hold of such opportunity tightly."
Despite her words, the four could not help but look at each other in doubt. It was not that they did not trust the words of their Queen, but it was difficult for them to fathom the possibility of such a thing existing.
As far as they knew, there was literally no way for Natural Gods to grow stronger as they were born from their respective authorities and thus were limited to the power and Divinity contained within their authority. It was impossible to reach beyond that.
Seeing the doubt in the eyes of her retainers, the golden-haired woman returned to playing with the divine lights while giving them her final words.
"I understand your doubts, so I will clear it for you just this once. I will be bringing Tír na nÓg to my husband's side. I'm sure you all know what that means. Now, go."
With her words, the four retainers were once again dumbfounded.
There was only ever one man who had received the honour of being the Queen's husband. In fact, even that statement was incorrect.
The truth was that their Queen was the one to have received the honour of becoming that being's wife. They themselves once served him with great pride before they themselves became gods through his blessing and sacrifice.
If their Queen, the Goddess of Melody and Emotions, is known as the Goddess of Liberation, then their King, despite not having been a god, is known as the God of Martyrs and Saints.
And knowing now that their Queen meant to bring them all back to their King, they no longer doubted her words and immediately left to do as they were commanded.
When she was finally alone, the golden-haired woman spoke gently to the divine lights.
"Wait for me, Val. Your beloved Alfyn will return to your side soon."
In another region of the Myriad Worlds, specifically the region called the Starry Frontiers, the three divine lights continued to wash over the worlds with their radiance.
In one particular world, a woman with long white hair that ended with a shade of light pink felt the Divinity contained within the lights wash over her.
She shivered a bit before dancing around gleefuly. She moved gracefully through the plains with her bare feet brushing over the moist grass.
When she had had enough, she sighed in satisfaction before gazing at the sky, peering through the blackness of space. She could feel it, a power resembling her own calling out to her through the divine lights.
And so, she let herself go as pinkish white fur started sprouting all over her body. Her figure changed into that of a beast as she finally stood on four legs. And as though in response to the divine lights, she howled to the Starry Sky.
Her voice was echoed by countless stars in the universe, as though each one was an extension of her being. She was evidently excited and could not hold back. Her Divinity was in full display.
And as her followers heard her howl, they all rushed toward her only to find a beautiful pinkish white fox standing under the light of a million stars. Each of her nine long and fluffy tails sparkled with mystical light that shook their very beings.
This was their Queen, the Goddess of the Night and the Goddess of Stars and Dreams. But none of those titles mattered much to them in the face of her divine form, the Starry Tails Divine Fox.
And as they admired her magnificent beauty, she turned to them and spoke with unveiled excitement, but still carried the authority of a god.
"My husband calls for me. All of you must remain here and protect the frontiers until our return. Remember, the Chasm has been quiet, but it does not mean we can let our guards down. Make sure the frontiers do not fall in my absence."
""By your will, Your Majesty.""
Not a single one of them dared to object. It was not only because of their fear of their Goddess, but also because of their fear of the being she calls husband. After all, there is only one being in the entire Star Ocean that could tame their Queen.
It was the man who once threatened to devour the world itself, the one known as the Father of All Serpents and the King of Whispering Mares.
He was easily the most terrifying being in Existence for them all. If their Queen was like their mother protecting them from all harm, then their King was like the monster under their beds waiting to devour them whole.
And yet, he was also like a father, strict with his discipline yet always teaching them lessons about the world and about lives. In some ways, they respect their King more than their Queen, but it does not matter. Because even the Queen herself could only become what she is now with his blessing.
And so, without hesitation, she leapt into the Starry Sky and swam through the Star Ocean to meet him once again.
"Al, I'm coming!"
And so the Myriad Worlds bore witness to the migration of gods and the prancing Divine Beast.
They all headed toward one place, a world at the edge of Reality, one close to the border of the Void itself.
And although there were many powerful beings in the Myriad Worlds, they simply cannot compare to those who carried such Divinity. So they could only watch in awe and cower in fear as the divine lights continue to shower the Myriad Worlds with their brilliance.
Meanwhile, all members of the House of Grace, including Erta, had been blessed with the Original Breath. It did not do much for Erta since her entire being was already tied to his.
She could grow as he grows, but it did allow her to more easily comprehend her Light of Virtue, Light of True Soul and Light of Truth.
These were three divine lights that had some form of connection or relation to the divine lights of the three Divine Constructs themselves.
From this alone, her Divinity was already greater than most ordinary Ancestors who only had one authority. At this point, even if she did not become the Ancestor of Light, no one would dare claim the position before her.
As for the others, they all experienced tremendous leaps in their strengths. Although Ceres was the only one who had limited power without the baptism from the Ancestor of Grace, the long slumber of the Blood of Grace had made them weak.
The baptism awoke their ancient bloodline and the powers that came with them. Ceres herself, for being the sister of the Pillar of Grace, was blessed with a much thicker Blood of Grace within her which could not be awoken even by the Imaginary Tree.
That was why the baptism was necessary.
Now, the aura surging out of Ceres' body was only weaker than Erta's. In an instant, she has become the third most powerful being on Earth, befitting her position as the Matriarch of the House of Grace.
With great power coursing through their veins, every single member of the House of Grace once again knelt to the ground. With their hands clenched over their hearts, they renewed the ancient oath that they had finally remembered with their blood's awakening.
""To end the Heavens' last light, we shall be the blade to Grace's divine might! Glory to the Dreamer of a Thousand Lives! Glory to the Keeper of the Eternal Cycle! Glory to The Once and Future King!""
Their oaths rang out across the universe, shocking the Myriad Worlds and shaking all of Reality. At that moment, regardless of where they were, their voice would reach all beings in Reality.
Those who did not know what the House of Grace was were absolutely terrified. Those who knew but were not involved with them watched on in shock. While those allied or were closely related to them were smiling.
After so long, the ancient power that had spread its roots in the Myriad Worlds had finally revealed itself. Even other Ancestors, Gods and divine beings were anxious.
After all, that oath alone was filled with divinity that could not have been possibly wielded by mere mortals, let alone the three titles they chanted with utmost reverence and loyalty.
Each of the three titles contained Divinity that exceeded most gods in Reality. Who could possibly believe that they all belong to one man alone?
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The Dreamer lives a thousand lives, and suffers a million times.
Yet still he seeks a billion plains for the trillions who suffered in vain.
The Dreamer lives a thousand lives. A thousand deaths for countless lives.
Yet still he walks the worlds between, searching for stories yet discovered or seen.
He may wake from the dream, but there is no end.
Wandering for eternity, the mind merely bends.
At the cusp of realisation, reality is rent.
The Waker can only dream, yet insane.
Yet forgotten, the blind is the dreams' bane.
The Moon that bleeds emerges, and the heart that curses blesses
The wicked who seek purity bereaved for taint comes only when light leaves.
Yet for all the blasphemy they sought to bear, theirs is still the heart of despair.
For what one seeks to take no matter the cost may be the Grace they had once lost.
So hark the light that shimmers gold! Pray for the sinners, thy victims of old!
And if nay say the Golden One, then know this world shall forever be shunned.
So pray, pray, and pray. Blessed be what may.
The light herds back to the day what blind eyes were led astray.
So pray, pray and pray. Not to a god with no name,
But to Time that comes always, To the Dreams we carry each day.