-----Chapter 1: The End... or The Beginning?-----
"Horizon"
The Horizon—a vast space where the Upper Realm and Lower Realm meet, connecting countless worlds. It is said to hold the stairway to the heavens, acting as the link that keeps the three realms—the Upper Realm, the Lower Realm, and Purgatory—balanced.
For ages, the Horizon has been sacred, a point of peace so powerful that even the gods and the Devil avoided disturbing its mysteries.
But now, the Horizon is cracking. Its foundations are breaking apart, and with it, the bond between the realms begins to unravel. The Heavenly Garden loses its radiance, the Lower Realm teeters on the edge of chaos, and the Devil's Monotone awakens with an eerie presence.
With the realms splitting, the future of all existence hangs by a thread.
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In the vast sky of the Upper Realm, in the heart of the Heavenly Garden…
Stars scattered across the sky surrounded a sanctuary, a protective shield that covered it like a layer of divine force. These stars were not just lights—they were Gods, each with its own power, watching over the sanctuary with growing concern. Their light flickered, casting nervous shadows over the sacred space.
In the center of this space, seven figures sat in a circle. Each one radiated a power beyond anything mortal, and their presence filled the air with a heavy silence, as though waiting for someone to speak.
Finally, one figure could not stay silent any longer. His voice was deep and strong, echoing through the space.
"How could the connection be shattered?"
The figure, clad in golden armor and holding a golden staff, radiated authority. An eyepatch covered his right eye, but the other glowed with vast knowledge. He was Odin, the Allfather. His voice was calm but filled with worry.
"If we knew the answer, we wouldn't be here," another voice replied. This god was as powerful as Odin, his form surrounded by a crackling light of lightning. He was Zeus, the King of the Gods. He leaned forward, his face tense. "We should focus on what comes next. We don't have time to search for the cause."
"What happens now?" a third god asked. His voice was rich and noble, and it echoed through the vastness. He was Ra, the Sun God, radiating warmth and calm, but a cloud of doubt was in his eyes. "The Horizon is breaking, and with it, the bond between the realms. Can we undo the damage already done?"
"We need to focus on finding a solution, not wasting time on the cause," a steady voice said. This god sat calmly on a lotus, surrounded by tools of creation. He was Brahma, the God of Creation. "We can't afford to delay any longer."
"Not find the cause?" Another voice interrupted, filled with disdain. A god, sitting with his legs crossed, glared at Brahma. His aura was sharp and commanding. He was Olodumare, the God of Divine Order. "You would suggest we ignore what's causing the problem?"
"Are you saying we're powerless, Brahma?" Olodumare sneered, his tone cold and cutting. "To act without understanding will only make things worse."
"Even after countless failures, do you truly think we can understand the sacred point, Olodumare?" A golden figure spoke up. His body shone with the power of the universe's laws. He was Buddha, the God of Wisdom. His voice was calm, as always, but there was a quiet strength in his words. "The sacred point is beyond simple understanding. True power lies in knowing when to act, even when we don't have all the answers."
Olodumare stared at Buddha for a moment, but didn't speak. The tension between them was clear. It was a quiet battle of ideals—order against wisdom, action against understanding.
Zeus broke the silence. "Brahma is right. We need to act. The realms are falling apart. The longer we wait, the harder it will be to fix."
Ra nodded, his eyes staring at the stars above. "But we don't even know what caused this. Can we stop it without knowing what started it?"
Brahma spoke again, his voice calm but firm. "Maybe we don't need to understand it all, but we have to begin. Creation always starts with a single step. We can't wait forever."
Zeus looked at Odin. "What do you think, Allfather?"
Odin's single eye burned with ancient wisdom. "It is wisdom, yes. But also urgency. The devils below stir, and we can't wait any longer. The path ahead may be unclear, but we must take action."
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Far below, in the cold and silent Devil's Monotone, the atmosphere was starkly different from the Heavenly Garden.
The Purgatory was a place of suffering, where darkness ruled and hope was all but lost. At its heart, a massive castle loomed, casting a shadow that seemed to stretch over the entire realm. It was filled with dread, suffocating the air.
In the throne room, shadows twisted around the Devil, who sat on his throne with a sinister smile. His eyes, glowing blood-red, radiated pure malice. His presence alone commanded fear.
"Is it true? The connection is broken?" The Devil's voice was smooth, laced with amusement.
"Yes, My Lord. The sacred point has shattered, separating all the realms," a demon replied, bowing before him.
The Devil's lips curled into a wicked grin. 'What will you do now, my little gods? Your so called source of divine power is gone. Let the chaos begin.'
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As the gods deliberate in the Heavenly Garden, the stars, minor gods in their own right, pulse erratically, their source of power fading. The gods feel the shift, and a growing unease fills the air. The balance of the realms is collapsing.
The disappearance of the sacred point marks the beginning of an unknown future. Will it bring about the end of all things, or will a new era rise from the ashes? Only time will tell.