Setting
“Thus says Leolik Ha’Ari, God of Gods, King of Kings, Father of Fathers, Weaver of the Heavens and Earth!” Neodin boomed, filled with the spirit of his deity. “ ‘Speak to the Star of Eras, and say unto him: Peace! Be still! Who is your father? And who is the one who formed your fathers from the dust of Creation - and what is His son’s name? - that you would dishonor them with your hatred towards your daughter Gaia. Great is your power, Eras son of Sirius, and great is your fury. Your radiance shines across the heavens, and your warmth once filled the land with life.
“But now your light is poison - your heat pestilence. You burn away in your wrath, but even your rage must come to an end. Just as the gazelle’s sprint gives way to the pursuit of the lion, so will you fall before Leolik’s outstretched arm! Why has your countenance fallen, O Radiant One? Why do you cling to your bitterness, you who was placed with honor in the heavens?
“Release your hatred, child of the cosmos, and I will remake you. Let go of your jealousy, and I will breathe life into you. Hear me, Eras, and choose life!' "
The nebula of divine flame bloomed like the wings of a great phoenix, shielding Gaia from the brunt of Eras’s influence. To those on the planet’s surface, it would appear as a great aurora that spread across the heavens. Neodin’s blade sat at the center of the inferno, stoic and unrelenting as Time itself.
“So speaks Ha’Ari,” Neodin began to prophesy, filled with the Flame, “The heavens shall darken and the skies will weep. The earth will boil and the oceans will turn to ash. Stars shall wither; and all that was, is, and could have been will come to an end. Such shall be the Eternal Night - the Great Unweaving - as the Last Creation shall be undone.
“But the song shall begin anew! There will come one of whom I am unfit to wash the dust from His feet. He shall carry the blood of a divine king, and His spirit shall be white as snow - one with the Everlasting Flame! The mountains will tremble at His name, and the great cedars shall bow at His passing! The Children of Gaia shall lift Him up, and His outcry will shake the foundations of the world!
“It will be through Him that Gaia shall be redeemed and Eras will be forever silenced, for whoever will follow Him shall be reborn by fire and water - and those who deny Him will be consumed by the Eternal Night. May heaven and earth stand as witnesses and wait upon Him, He who carries the name of Ha’Ari!”
Artrea felt their rays obstructed by a construct of light stronger than them. While Eras grew enraged, able to do little to stop the blockage of his corrupting rays of Artrea to Gaia, Artrea began to grow weak. The spectrum of the Colossi's impact narrowed, sparing those with fire for complexion, or those who's leaves flourished red. These Children of Gaia were voids to Artrea- the Colossus could no longer see, hear, or touch them.
This caused Artrea to consider the powerful light billowing between Eras and Gaia. Eras, meanwhile, closed off his energy. Nightfall had begun but even a vengeful God was required to recuperate after a battle such as the one in days past. Not to mention his cover had been blown. He shut himself away- nothing but an eyeball and an ear to none but Artrea.
Artrea had an idea. It was a strange idea, but an idea nonetheless. They communicated this idea to Eras, who hadn't considered an idea such like that before. Eras, in all his greed for Gaia, knew that there was a slim chance Artrea's idea would work at all- but he was in no position to face the God force before him. Eras blessed Artrea.
“My lord, we are approaching the star called Eras. We have detected significant amounts of holy magic. The readings confirm a high concentration of the Everlasting Flame. I… have never seen anything like this before, my lord.”
“Such is the power of Ha’Ari.” Lord Ironclaw rumbled, “And the Kingdom of Arydia by extension - and the Alliance by association. How are the systems holding against Eras’s influence?”
“Difficult to say at this time, milord.” replied the technician. “Mana dampeners are currently holding, and alphanite generators are holding a stable output.”
“Maintain course. We must ensure a proper defensive position before any Taiyou forces arrive.”
“Aye aye, Admiral!”
Lord Ironclaw watched the fiery aurora through the display, and he imagined he could see his father in the midst of the maelstrom. His crystalline eye dilated and focused on the image, and he pressed his lips together in a firm line.
It would be so easy, a thought came to his mind. I am commanding the greatest and most powerful vessel ever constructed by the Alliance. Not even he would be able to withstand against this. Then I could remake the kingdom - the Alliance - into my own image. He was always far too soft on the heretics…
“Remember why we have come, my liege.” spoke a hooded aryite on his right. He was garbed in gold and white robes, and his eyes were covered by a blue blindfold embroidered with red sigils. “Do not let your mind be clouded.”
“I know why we are here, oracle.” Tigris all but snarled at him. “I will carry out your message and the will of Ha’Ari.”
Soon. He thought. Not even you can live forever, father.
Time was meaningless as Neodin floated and was enshrouded in the presence of his god. He neither ate, nor drank, nor slept, but was a living conduit for Ha'Ari's will and power. He knew not how long the flames consumed him, but the flow eventually tapered and the Spirit of Leolik left him. Neodin still felt His presence, as always, but the power had lifted.
Rest. Be still, and wait upon Ha'Ari.
Neodin vanished.
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