The Celestial Accord of Yveris**
The burning sky of **Yveris** was fractured—ribbons of gold and abyssal black wove across the firmament, fighting for dominance. The battle between the **Four Eternal Sovereigns** had not yet begun in full, but the very presence of their gathering reshaped the multiversal tides. Entire dimensions trembled at the weight of their existence.
Yet, amidst this looming devastation, there was still space for words.
Hovering above the **Obsidian Spires of Yveris**, where reality still clung to order, **Luminax** was the first to speak. Her radiant wings unfolded like a celestial tapestry, casting an aurora across the heavens. Her voice resonated not just in sound but in the very essence of existence itself.
"**Nyxarok. Nithralok.**" Her golden gaze swept between the abyssal serpent and the void-wolf. "You have already devoured enough. The wounds you leave upon reality will not heal. The multiverse frays at the edges, spiraling toward collapse."
Her voice was neither pleading nor condemning. It was **finality**, a cosmic truth laid bare.
The great **Wyrm of Cataclysmic Chaos** did not respond at first. Nyxarok merely **observed**, his endless, coiling form stretching beyond perception. His presence was not within space, but space itself was within him. Galaxies flickered and died within the abyss of his scales.
Then, his maw curled into something that resembled a smirk—though such a thing should not have been possible on a being of his nature.
"**Collapse?**" His voice was an ancient whisper, a sound that eroded stars and devoured meaning. "You speak as if it has not already begun."
His abyssal eyes bore into Luminax, unraveling the very concept of her light. "You fight for order, phoenix. Yet you know that order is a cage—a fleeting breath before the inevitable decay. I do not bring destruction… I bring **freedom** from the illusion of permanence."
Luminax's form **flared**, the golden corona of her wings intensifying, resisting his abyssal pull.
"You call it **freedom**," she answered, her voice unwavering, "but what you truly seek is consumption. You do not liberate. You devour."
A low growl, like the rumbling of a dying universe, echoed from the side.
**Nithralok**—the Endless Void, the **Wolf of Infinite Dread**—stepped forward. His ethereal, frost-wreathed form crackled as he moved, the very fabric of reality distorting beneath his frozen claws.
His many eyes, darker than collapsed stars, flickered toward Nyxarok.
"**You speak of inevitability, yet you are not its master.**" His voice was a cold whisper, like a dying breath exhaled across infinite time. "The void is not **yours** alone, Wyrm. You consume without end, but even hunger must bow to silence."
Nyxarok turned his abyssal gaze toward the wolf-like titan. "Ah… and **you** would claim dominion over oblivion?" His coils darkened, shadows twisting into fractal horrors. "You call yourself the **Endless Void**, but you forget, Nithralok… I was devouring realities before your first howl echoed across existence."
Nithralok did not flinch. "And yet, you are still **hungry**," he murmured, his many tails weaving through the void. "A beast gnawing at its own tail."
For the first time, **Ignisythor**, the **Infernal Overlord**, let out a low, resonant laugh. The sound was **fire given voice**, raw and untamed.
"**Enough of this posturing.**" Her presence surged, the flames of a thousand newborn stars burning at her talons. "All of us know the truth—this war is beyond words."
She turned toward Luminax, her molten eyes unreadable.
"But **you**, phoenix—you are still trying to bargain with beasts." Her voice was neither mocking nor cruel, but edged with something almost… weary. "Have you not learned? Chaos does not yield to reason. It only understands **fire**."
Luminax's radiance dimmed slightly, but not in defeat. Rather, her light **shifted**, becoming something more measured, more controlled.
"**And yet, you stand beside me, Ignisythor.**"
The cosmic dragon narrowed her eyes.
"For now," she admitted. "Because even I know that if we allow **these two** to tear existence apart in their hunger, there will be nothing left to burn."
Nyxarok chuckled. "You **assume** there will be something left to save, Dragon of the Inferno."
Ignisythor turned her gaze to him, and for a brief moment, the flames within her eyes **dimmed**—not in submission, but in something deeper.
Understanding.
"And you assume that existence will yield to your hunger," she murmured. "But what happens when even the **void** turns against you?"
For the first time, Nyxarok did not immediately respond.
A silence stretched across the broken sky of Yveris.
It was **Nithralok** who finally spoke again, his voice a whisper colder than death itself.
"**The time for words ends soon.**"
He turned away from the others, stepping toward the void where the shattered edges of Yveris crumbled into non-existence.
"When the first world falls… we shall see which of us remains standing."
One by one, the great **sovereigns** began to withdraw, their armies waiting across the distant folds of space-time, their forces stirring in anticipation of the inevitable.
The **war** had not yet begun.
But the first **world** would soon fall.
And when it did… **the multiverse would never be the same.**