Beerus, Velzar, and Ivarage finally returned to Celesterra, their arrival causing a ripple of energy that all of Beerus's subordinates felt. As they descended, the generals assembled, eager to meet the newly transformed and intelligent Ivarage. Beerus introduced Ivarage to the group, explaining that the former destructive force would now be a key part of Celesterra's future.
"From now on," Beerus declared, "Ivarage will be trained to understand how this world functions and to harness his immense power responsibly. To do this, he will shadow each of you for one year, learning your methods, strategies, and how you interact with your subordinates and the world."
The generals nodded in agreement, each ready to take on the task. Alfa, the ever-diligent leader, stepped forward. "I'll be the first," he said, his voice calm and confident. "Ivarage can start with me. I'll make sure he learns discipline and structure."
Beerus smirked. "Good. See to it that he adapts quickly."
Ivarage, though still quiet and reserved, bowed slightly in acknowledgment of the decision. His transformation had left him with a deep sense of purpose, and though he was still adjusting to his new existence, he was determined to meet Beerus's expectations.
With that matter settled, Beerus turned to Velzar. "Now that Ivarage's training is set, it's time to deal with the other problem—the mana Michael, who is still trying to take control of Rudra's body. We can't leave that unresolved."
Velzar's expression grew serious. "Do you have a plan, my lord?"
Beerus nodded, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "Michael has overstepped his boundaries for far too long. It's time to confront him directly and sever his influence once and for all. Prepare yourself, Velzar. We leave immediately."
With those words, Beerus and Velzar vanished, leaving the generals to oversee Ivarage's integration while they set their sights on dealing with the celestial threat of Michael.
Velzar sent a thought communication to Velgrin, her voice calm yet commanding. "Velgrin, inform Rudra that Beerus and I are on our way to meet him."
Velgrin acknowledged the message swiftly, her tone laced with excitement. "Understood. I'll let him know. He's been looking forward to meeting the one who carries the legacy of my brother."
Velgrin turned to Rudra, a smirk tugging at her lips. "They're on their way. Are you ready?"
Rudra's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Finally, I'll meet the one chosen by Veldanava himself. Let's see if he lives up to the legend."
Before they could finish preparing for Beerus's arrival, a sudden shift in the atmosphere overtook the palace. The air grew heavy, filled with an oppressive, divine energy that radiated authority. The soldiers and servants in the palace fell to their knees instinctively, their bodies trembling under the weight of the aura. The sheer magnitude of the power suffused every corner of the space, rendering all but the strongest beings paralyzed.
Rudra and Velgrin, while unaffected by the suffocating pressure, exchanged glances. They recognized this presence—it was the unmistakable aura of the God of Destruction. Despite Beerus sparing them from the worst of it due to their familial ties to Veldanava, they knew better than to underestimate him. A single misstep, and even they could face his wrath.
Then, a radiant, blinding light flooded the throne room, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. The brilliance was overwhelming, but within it was a feeling of majesty, of absolute authority. As the light dimmed, two figures stood in its wake. Beerus, his aura swirling with hues of divine gold and destructive crimson, stood tall, exuding an unshakable presence of ultimate power. Beside him was Velzar, her own aura a striking blend of elegance and might, complementing her lord.
The room fell into a stunned silence, the weight of their presence leaving even the most steadfast individuals awestruck. Rudra stepped forward, a respectful yet measured expression on his face. Velgrin, standing at his side, couldn't hide the faint hint of amazement in her eyes.
Beerus's piercing gaze swept over the room, his voice calm yet laced with unchallengeable authority. "I see Veldanava's kin have not forgotten their place. Good."
Velgrin gave a respectful bow, her tone firm yet deferential. "Welcome to the Eastern Empire, Lord Beerus. It's an honor to have you here."
Rudra followed suit, bowing . "The honor is ours, successor of Veldanava. I've long awaited this meeting."
Beerus smirked, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Let's see if the family of the Creator is as impressive as he claimed."
Rudra gestured to a grand table adorned with exquisite craftsmanship and elegant detailing, motioning for Beerus and Velzar to take their seats. As they settled, Rudra and Velgrin joined them, and a selection of refreshments was promptly brought in by the palace staff. Beerus glanced at the arrangement but paid little attention to the luxuries; his interest lay elsewhere.
Beerus leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze fixed on Rudra. "Tell me, Rudra, about your Empire—its structure, its politics, and how you govern it."
Rudra, sensing that this was more than a casual inquiry, straightened his posture and began speaking with a tone that carried both pride and confidence. "The Eastern Empire is built on a foundation of order and merit. Power dictates one's position, and those who prove their strength and capability rise through the ranks. I believe in rewarding competence, and I ensure that the most qualified individuals hold the positions of influence and authority. This system keeps my Empire strong, united, and ever-evolving."
Beerus nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. He could sense Rudra's pride in his achievements, but he was also keenly aware of the arrogance that lingered beneath the surface. It wasn't malicious, but it was the kind of pride that could blind a ruler to greater truths.
"And what of the people beneath the surface of power?" Beerus asked, his tone sharp yet calm. "What happens to those who lack the strength to rise but are still integral to the survival of your Empire?"
Rudra paused, briefly caught off guard by the question. "Everyone has their role, regardless of their strength. Those who lack power still serve in their own way—whether through administration, labor, or other tasks essential to the Empire's functioning. But they know their place, and they know who holds the true authority."
Beerus's golden eyes glinted as he studied Rudra's response, gauging not just his words but the character behind them. He could see that Rudra's system had created an efficient and powerful Empire, but it was also clear that Rudra's pride in his vision bordered on self-righteousness. Still, Beerus found himself intrigued. Rudra wasn't entirely wrong in his approach, and his merit-based system had clearly produced results.
Velzar, silent up to this point, glanced at Beerus and then addressed Rudra with a soft yet firm tone. "Your system seems to rely heavily on strength and the assumption that power alone creates order. Do you not worry that such an approach could foster discontent among those who feel overlooked?"
Rudra smiled faintly, his confidence unwavering. "Discontent is inevitable in any society. However, my rule ensures stability because the strongest always lead. The weak have their place, and they understand that striving for more is what drives the Empire forward."
Beerus smirked slightly, leaning forward. "You govern through strength and order, and it works—for now. But tell me, Rudra, what happens when someone stronger than you emerges? What happens when your own system of merit turns against you?"
The question hung in the air, and for a moment, even Rudra seemed uncertain how to respond. Velgrin glanced at him, concern flickering in her expression, but she said nothing.
Beerus leaned back once more, crossing his arms. "Your Empire is impressive, no doubt. But strength without foresight is like a fire without a flame—it will burn out the moment a stronger wind blows. Remember that."
Rudra nodded slowly, the weight of Beerus's words settling in. "I will take your advice to heart, Lord Beerus."
Beerus gave a small nod of approval, then shifted the conversation. "Now, let's move on. Tell me about this 'Michael' and the plans he's been trying to enact through you."