After an intense journey through the vast expanse of space, they finally arrived at their destination. Before them lay the Dream Galaxy, the final point indicated by the arrow. Suddenly, a deep voice echoed through the galaxy, urging them, "Get in." With that, they swiftly entered the galaxy, moving like shooting stars until they found themselves in front of a grand hall. There, they could feel the powerful aura of five primordials coming from inside the hall. They moved toward the hall, not bothered by powerful aura
As they entered the hall, their forms shifted into towering humanoid figures. "It's been a long time, Luscith," Uhtred greeted with a warm smile. Kismetor, however, observed Vyrinox with a discerning gaze. Thanks to his understanding of destiny law, he quickly recognized Vyrinox as a clone, noting the absence of the thread of destiny that commonly linked beings to the river of fate. Luscith, blissfully unaware of Kismetor's scrutiny, responded, "Indeed, it has been a while. It's wonderful to see you two again."
When Uhtred heard this, he chuckled while seated, prompting the others to take their seats. Zarrakis noticed Kismetor's judgemental gaze directed at Vyrinox and realized this was likely the first time they were meeting. He considered introducing them, but Kismetor addressed the situation directly before he could speak. "Could you clarify the purpose of bringing a clone into our circle? We want to understand your intentions and ensure everyone here feels respected and acknowledged."
As the words hung in the air, all eyes turned to Vyrinox, their faces a mix of confusion and intrigue. "A clone?" The thought echoed in their minds, charged with anticipation. Zarrakis couldn't contain his amusement; a hearty laugh burst from him. "Vyrinox, oh Vyrinox," he exclaimed, his voice dripping with mischief, "what a twist this tale has taken! You are already one two steps ahead of us."
Upon hearing this, Vyrinox quickly revealed the truth about his situation. He explained that his true body resided in the divine realm and that he had been compelled to act in such a manner due to Vastoth's relentless pursuit. "And you Zarrakis are aware of this?" he added, his voice laced with irritation. "Why make it more complicated?"
Upon hearing his explanation, they agreed to give him a reprieve for the time being, as they valued the group's stability. As for Zarrakis's minor act, they chose to overlook it.
After the dust settled from that initial event, a more intricate conspiracy unfolded. Days turned into a whirlwind of theories and tactics as the group tirelessly brainstormed ways to confront the various primordials. Each discussion was filled with fervor as they explored different laws and strategies, determined to outsmart their fellow primordials. Finally, after centuries, they got the best way to target and kill them, but before that, they had to do some simulations to ensure the schemes succeeded.
In a Serene room, Kismetor sat crossed-legged, mentally preparing himself, while the rest stood outside. Vyrinox turned to him, inquiring, "Are you ready?" Kismetor took a deep breath, his confidence shining through as he replied, "Yes." What Kismetor was about to do was spy on the future, specifically the primordials of the future.
As he gently closed his eyes, he felt his consciousness begin to merge with the river of fate. Before him stretched an expansive river interwoven with countless threads, each varying in size and significance. He took a moment to observe his surroundings, noticing that some threads were so large they seemed to dominate the scene, while others appeared smaller and more subtle. Yet, he discovered that these smaller threads often possessed strengths that could rival even the largest ones. Among the myriad threads, certain ones captured his attention—adorned in vibrant colors, they infused the river with life and energy, symbolizing potential and resilience.
He moved carefully and reached out to touch one of the most prominent threads. As soon as he made contact, he immediately shouted, "Do it!!" Vyrinox, standing at the front of the room, activated his Deception Law, causing runes and patterns associated with deception to cover the room. Kismetor was now panting heavily. "That was too close," he said, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Luscith, standing near Vyrinox, asked, "What happened?" Kismetor, now somehow relaxed, answered, " I touched Timorath's thread destiny trying to see his fate, but he was able to somehow gaze back at me." Hearing this, the group now really understood who they were up against. Gazing back through the destiny thread was impossible as Timorath was not proficient in destiny laws, which could mean only one thing: He used his power to overpower Kismetor in his domain.
"Thankfully, Vyrinox protected me using his Deception Law, or else he would have discovered my identity," Kismetor said gratefully toward Vyrinox. His earlier conflict now seemed trivial.
Kismetor closed his eyes again as he returned to the river of fate, now with a different purpose. He looked around for some time and found a large thread, which was small compared to other primordials.
He approached it cautiously, and when he touched it, his vision darkened, then returned to normal after a split second.
His eyes were now purple, and runes were visible in his pupils. He could see future visions related to the primordial who owned this destiny thread. He activated his power and saw future visions in which they tried to kill him.
But every time they tried, he would evade them as if he knew it beforehand. Sometimes, he would join the ranks of other primordials. Seeing this, Kismetor was irritated by it. He Calmed down and tried to see what they were doing wrong. After countless simulations, he found that he had something that warned him of danger, but he did not find what it was.
After that, he targeted another primordial, but the same thing happened. He realized that the third, fourth, and seventh primordials all had something innate that made them perceive danger. What could it be?" he thought.
His consciousness returned to his body, and he immediately told them what he discovered. They thought for moments. Zarrakis had a bold idea, and without thinking about anything, he attacked Ashrel with murderous intent. Ashrel, who was in deep thought, felt danger. His law of darkness in him pulsated as it warned him, and he dogged Zarrakis attack.
Zarrakis abruptly halted, suppressing the chaotic energy surging around him. The air, once thick with turbulence, grew eerily still. The other primordials exchanged brief glances, momentarily confused, but quickly grasped the reason behind his restraint.
All eyes turned to Ashrel, waiting for an explanation. He exhaled slowly, steadying his thoughts before speaking.
"The laws have changed." His voice was firm yet tinged with something that all of them didn't expect—uncertainty. "The fall of a primordial has disturbed the balance of the universe. The change is subtle but undeniable."
A heavy silence settled over them as Ashrel continued, his gaze sweeping across his peers.
"To correct itself, the Origin Law has adapted." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before delivering the revelation. "It has granted us the ability to sense danger before it manifests, ensuring we get the chance to overcome it or avoid it."
They listened as Ashrel continued in a firm tone: "We need to change our approach. The plans we've devised… they won't be enough."
A heavy silence followed. The weight of uncertainty hung over them, each one lost in thought, struggling to find a path forward.
After a moment, Luscith broke the silence. "Maybe we should contact her."
Vyrinox turned to him, brows furrowed. "Who?"
Luscith met his gaze and answered without hesitation. "The Primordial of Wisdom."
A flicker of realization passed through them.
"She is unparalleled when it comes to matters like these," Luscith continued, his voice calm but decisive. "And… she is the ninth member."
The atmosphere fell silent once more, but this time, there was a shift in the air. A new possibility had emerged, and for the first time since their simulation, they saw hope.