HUMAN SPECIES:

OMNIKINETIC PEOPLE OR VALASCAR: these people can manipulate a specific material called the life dust or red sand into anything they want, the limitations is that once they create items or anything even biological they cannot manipulate it again however if they created something they can still control after it works but cannot manipulate it to another thing. The red sand or life dust can only be gotten in certain planets within the empire made by the creators. The omnikinetic people are called the valascar and they make sure no one knows the exact location of their planets for their safety especially the anti matter people. They rule over the unity which is all the species the creators created including the anti matter people and neutron star people.

ANTI MATTER PEOPLE OR ANTIARCHS: these people can turn any non biological matter into anti matter energy and absorb the energy and use it to fight by using any form of energy like lightning, fire kinetic energy and so on. They are like a second in command to the omnikinetic people or valascar.

THE NEUTRON STAR PEOPLE OR NEUTRONS: they are people born from neutron stars and are with white skin and around their eyes is black but eye pupils is blue. They absorb energy from stars and are mostly explorers serving the other 2 races which are the valascar people and the antiarchs.

WORLD AND ITEMS:

Elixar prima: a black liquid that only certain planets made by the creators can produce, if drank regularly a human lifespan can be increased to 500 years. This is what the creators made to make sure empire stays together in need of it. No other people can recreate it not even the omnikinetic people or any species in the human empire.

IgdriSil: igdrisil is a teleportation device it's a very big tree and the tree has inbuilt maps location to other igdrisil trees in the galaxy, once you plant an igdrisil in a planet as long as there's matter it'll grow and automatically link with other igdrisil. The tree is so large it's very tall and once you operate it it'll give you a map of all the igdrisil it's linked to, you choose a igdrisil and the portal opens all this happens inside the tree

Transport scroll: a device used to mapping and opening portals to other planets or systems anywhere in the galaxy. It has stored map of different locations it has been to

CHAPTER 1 

Nolreth sat in the center of Valascar's grand imperial garden, an oasis of serenity enveloped in the gentle hum of life. The morning sun filtered through the lush emerald canopies, casting dappled light over the vibrant blooms that seemed to reach out to touch her silken robes. The soft scent of exotic petals intertwined with the cool, fresh breeze, and the low murmur of a distant brook provided a symphony that calmed her restless mind. The marble benches carved with inscriptions of their ancestors' stories flanked her, a reminder of the heavy mantle she bore.

She gazed into the distance, eyes lost in contemplation as the garden's tranquil beauty did little to mask the tumult in her heart. A graceful creature, stark in its white color with six curved horns that arched toward the heavens, sat beside her. Its luminous eyes, a piercing hue of sapphire, tracked every subtle movement. The beast was an embodiment of loyalty and formidable might—a creature that even the most skilled warriors would be wary to face. It was her companion and guardian, a symbol of the legacy she would one day fully inherit.

Nolreth's slender fingers traced the delicate golden embellishments on her lap as she began to speak, her voice a soft cadence.

"Long ago, the creators were humans from Earth. They were scientists, what the old humans called 'learners.' They witnessed the greed and chaos that consumed their home and vowed to transcend the limits of human frailty. And so, while humanity focused on 'having,' the creators turned to 'becoming.'"

Her voice grew firmer as the wind shifted, carrying her words through the garden like an ancient chant.

"They self-evolved, surpassing the boundaries of mortality and mastering the fabric of existence—omnikinesis. From this power, we were born: the Valascar, the Antiarchs, the Neutrons, and other human species forged in strength. The creators left us with their legacy, claiming they would return once their battle against an unknown force beyond the stars was won. Two millennia have passed, and the Unity still awaits their triumphant return."

A sound interrupted the reverie. The heavy rustle of boots and a low baritone voice called out from behind a row of flowering shrubs.

"Nolreth, my love. Even the most serene garden cannot ease that storm behind your eyes," said Brafur, stepping into view. His golden hair shimmered under the sunlight, framing a rugged, handsome face marked by devotion and confidence. He wore the robes of the Valascar nobility, their intricate red and gold threads a stark reminder of their divine lineage.

Nolreth smiled faintly as Brafur approached and took a seat beside her, the white-horned creature shifting only slightly to accommodate him. They shared a moment of silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts anchoring them.

"Have you heard about the recent unrest in the Chiantan Empire?" Brafur asked, his voice cautious yet probing.

Nolreth's eyes narrowed slightly as she nodded. "Yes, they grow restless, demanding more of the elixir than ever before. It is straining their patience—and ours. The tax we levy on Elixar Prima is necessary for the unity's stability, but it tests their loyalty. The antiarchs have never embraced subjugation well, and their whispers of rebellion are growing bolder."

"They are fools," Brafur scoffed, eyes darkening. "They forget that even if they wield their anti-matter energies, our red sands remain beyond their control. Their power pales in comparison to ours. They do not understand that a war with us is a battle they cannot win."

Nolreth's gaze turned solemn as she looked into his eyes. "They may not win, but their desperation makes them dangerous, Brafur. Power, in the wrong hands, shifts empires. Dynasties fall not just from strength but from within, like the empires of the old humans. We cannot afford complacency."

A sudden rustling broke their conversation as a tall figure in military garb emerged from the path that wound through the garden. It was Zalstar, the commander prime of the Valascar, clad in polished armor that seemed to pulse with a faint, lifelike glow. His presence carried an air of authority, but his expression was grave.

"Your Highnesses," he said with a respectful bow. "Forgive the intrusion, but an urgent matter requires your attention. The emissaries from the Chiantan Empire await at the outpost on Delnara."

Brafur's jaw clenched, his muscles taut beneath his robes. "So, they've finally come to negotiate."

Nolreth stood, her eyes steeling as she donned her official expression. "Let them wait a little longer. The unity of the Valascar must be shown in more than words. Prepare the transport scroll."

 The Outpost:

The outpost on Delnara was nothing like the peaceful gardens of Valascar. It stood on rugged, copper-hued terrain, the harsh winds carrying whispers of the surrounding desert. Red monolithic rocks jutted toward the sky, casting long, jagged shadows that cut through the sunlight. The Valascar banners, crimson and gold, flapped proudly against the wind, a stark reminder of the empire's reach.

Nolreth arrived, clad in a ceremonial gown as dark as the void, adorned with gold and intricate patterns. Her face was partly obscured by a mask—a crown of gold that extended down her cheeks, a magnificent yet intimidating piece that made it seem as though the very essence of the empire watched over the meeting. In her hand, she held a white arrow that pulsed with an ethereal glow, a sign of authority and power.

The Chiantan emissaries stood in a rigid line, their expressions neutral but their eyes betraying their distaste. The tension in the air was palpable, and Nolreth's presence only heightened it.

Her voice rang out, cool and commanding. "Representatives of the Chiantan Empire, the Valascar welcome your presence on this sacred ground. State your purpose."

One of the emissaries stepped forward, bowing low but with a stiffness that betrayed his pride. "Princess Nolreth, we come not to bow but to reason. The elixir taxes are crippling our people, and we seek a reconsideration. The unity for which we fight must be preserved, not strained."

Nolreth's eyes swept over them, catching the flicker of disdain that they could not hide. Her grip on the arrow tightened subtly, a silent signal that defiance would not be tolerated.

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The wind shifted slightly, rustling the edges of Nolreth's gown as the silence stretched between them. She let the moment draw out, each second emphasizing the weight of the Valascar's power and the tenuous grip the Chiantan Empire had on their pride.

"You speak of unity," Nolreth began, her voice steady and sharp. "Yet, unity is not sustained by the comforts you seek, but by the sacrifices made to maintain balance. The elixir is a gift of stability. Would you suggest that your Empire is above the collective need of the Unity?"

The emissary's jaw tightened imperceptibly, eyes darting toward his companions for a fleeting moment of silent support. "Princess," he said, measured but firm, "we understand the necessity of sacrifices. But the taxes have doubled, and our resources are stretched thin. Our people will not endure such strain for much longer."

Brafur stepped forward, the sunlight catching the golden thread of his robe and casting a fierce glow. "Perhaps your people should be reminded of the cost of rebellion," he said, each word a deliberate threat. "We do not need to remind you of the last time an empire rose against us and how they crumbled into the ashes they defied."

The emissaries shifted uneasily, the memories of ancient wars still etched into their collective consciousness. The scars of their ancestors' defiance were warnings, still echoing through the halls of their history. Yet, there was defiance in the emissary's gaze, defiance that suggested the Chiantan Empire's patience was not infinite.

Nolreth, sensing the turning tide, raised her hand to silence Brafur. "The terms are firm, and the Unity stands as it always has. Yet, we are not unfeeling. You may submit a request for reconsideration, and we will review it," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. It was a concession that would buy them time and preserve the illusion of diplomacy.

The emissary inclined his head, the thin veneer of subservience barely concealing the frustration simmering beneath. "We thank you for your... consideration, Princess."

A sudden shift in the air drew Nolreth's attention. She could feel the weight of eyes, not just from the emissaries but from the Chiantan warriors standing behind them. The warriors, clad in sleek armor that radiated a subtle hum of contained energy, watched her with expressions that teetered between respect and resentment. The tension was a knife's edge, and Nolreth knew that a single wrong word could tip it into bloodshed.

"Your visit is concluded," she announced, dismissing them with a wave of the glowing arrow. "Return to your people and tell them that the Unity's strength lies not just in one empire but in all who serve it. Ensure that they remember this."

The emissaries bowed once more, their movements stiffer than before, before turning on their heels and leading their contingent away from the outpost. Nolreth watched them go, her mind whirring with thoughts as her heart drummed a rhythm of unease.

"That went better than expected," Brafur said, attempting to lighten the dark mood that hung over them.

"Better, perhaps," Nolreth replied, eyes still fixed on the shrinking figures of the Chiantan. "But not well enough. Their patience is waning, and so is ours. We are standing at the edge of something far greater than taxes and negotiations. It is the survival of our empire."

Zalstar stepped forward, his expression unreadable but his eyes alive with calculation. "We will need more than words if their resolve hardens."

Nolreth looked at him, seeing the cunning mind behind the warrior's facade. "Then let us hope our actions speak louder when the time comes."

As they turned to leave, the white-horned creature, silent and vigilant throughout the exchange, followed close behind. Its luminous eyes met Nolreth's for a fleeting moment, as if sensing the storm to come.