In the beginning, the universe knew only silence. A silence so vast it swallowed eternity, cold and endless as if time itself had never dared to breathe.
Elsewhere, there was nothing but the quiet embrace of emptiness. Planets lay barren and unaware of what is life even meant, while distant stars shimmered endlessly, unaware of their own beauty.
Then, from the depths of the cosmos, there was a powerful being emerged, like a fleeting comet that shine so radiant and divine.
"I am Genesis," he spoke, his voice resonating like the breath of stars, a Celestial Entity who wandered through countless universes. "I came from a realm beyond this one, forever searching for a sanctuary to plant my sacred seeds—my Celestial Genes."
His radiance dimmed, as though sorrow itself pulled upon his light.
"But the creations of other gods hunted my children. My seeds… my precious creations… became prey to merciless predators. One after another, they vanished, devoured before they could flourish."
He lifted a trembling hand, and in his palm glowed a single seed—faint, flickering, fragile, yet holding the whisper of infinite potential.
"And now…" his voice quivered like the edge of breaking dawn, "I have only one remaining seed."
Silence cascaded through the cosmos around him, heavy and mournful. He gazed into the void, as if seeing the graves of worlds long lost.
"A countless number of attempts," he murmured, the weight of eternity pressing into each word, "world after world, universe after universe… yet none of my celestial seedlings survived. Always torn away. Always destroyed."
A brittle sigh escaped him—ancient, weary, yet stubborn with hope.
"Perhaps I am cursed to forever stand at the beginning of creation," he whispered. "To watch life take its first breath… only to see it stolen away in the next."
His celestial aura flickered, not with weakness—but with heartbreak and a will that refused to die.
"Still," he breathed, closing his hand around the final seed, "if there is even one chance left… I will try again."
And though sorrow clung to him like shadow, a faint ember of determination burned within his gaze—small, fragile, but defiant against the endless dark.
Then, his eyes roamed through the new found universe—vast, silent, uncharted. He stretched his divine awareness across galaxies, scanning every field of void and starlight, ensuring no other entity lurked in the shadows of existence. He traveled alone, and he wished to remain unseen—for his last seed was too precious, too fragile to risk again.
Loneliness clung to him like ancient dust, but necessity forged caution. And then—something stirred. A flicker. A breath. A singular, miraculous anomaly.
"Hm?" His voice drifted through the void like a whisper across eternity. "A spark of life… here?"
His glowing gaze sharpened, twin lanterns cutting through the cosmic dark. With a single thought, his perception expanded—stretching, bending space as though the universe itself bowed to reveal its secrets. His sight became a divine telescope, sweeping across galaxies until it found the source.
There, Genesis saw a small, humble, yet radiant in its fragility.
A blue planet, cradling oceans that gleamed like polished sapphire and continents breathing in deep emerald sways. Winds caressed mountains, rivers traced veins of silver across the land, and beneath clouds, life moved—soft, vibrant, wondrous.
"There truly is life on that planet…" he murmured, and a gentle smile softened his features. Awe warmed his celestial heart. "Such a unique form of existence."
He focused, magnifying his sight until distance meant nothing. He watched creatures take flight, wings cutting arcs through the sky. He saw scales shimmer beneath waves, paws touch soil, tiny insects tracing invisible patterns in air. He peered deeper still—past skin, past bones, down into the invisible world of the microscopic.
Germs, bacteria, fungi, shimmering plankton—tiny specks of life dancing like glimmers of stardust blessed with purpose. Every organism, great or humble, moved with intention, rhythm, story.
"Remarkable," he breathed. "Even the smallest beings are given form, meaning, and design… The creator of this universe holds deep affection for life—down to its tiniest threads."
Wonder glowed in his voice. There was reverence in his gaze.
"This universe was crafted by a god," he whispered. "A hand of purpose. A mind of care."
Yet confusion dimmed his light.
"But why… why only one living world?"
His consciousness swept outward again—across stars burning in proud isolation, planets drifting silent and sterile in the cosmic sea.
"There are countless worlds," he mused, sorrow brushing his words. "Yet all remain empty, dormant, untouched by breath or hope."
The blue world alone pulsed with life like a lone lantern in a cemetery of worlds. "Is this planet..."
"A trial?" he wondered softly. "A test of creation? Or a universe only just beginning to awaken?"
And as he watched that living world spin quietly beneath its star, Genesis felt something stir within him—
a fragile spark of hope…
and a new fear.
For where life exists, so may predators.
And he had only one seed left to risk in this fragile, uncertain creation.
"Hmm…" His eyes closed halfway, light pulsing gently like a contemplative star. "Perhaps… life in this universe is not yet complete. Or perhaps this tiny blue planet is a trial—an unfinished chapter in a divine design."
Silence gathered around him—vast, eternal, solemn. The cosmos itself seemed to hold its breath as thought formed in his ancient mind. A seed of idea sprouted—bold, desperate, hopeful.
"This universe… it feels untouched by malice. Untainted," he whispered. "Safe enough that my sacred essence may finally bloom."
He lifted his palms.
From his hands, his final sacred seed emerged—small at first, then expanding, radiating brilliance until it shone like a newborn star, pulsing with life yet unformed. It hummed, resonant with creation's first note.
"My last seed," he breathed, voice trembling with ancient longing. "Today… you shall grow and multiply."
He pressed a kiss to the seed—yet it was not merely affection. It was a blessing, a transfer of divinity. Power flowed from him, cascading like rivers of cosmic flame. Knowledge, instinct, wisdom of eons, and the breath of stars themselves poured into the seed.
"Carry my light," he whispered. "Shape life for every world and every star— except for that small blue one. That world already holds a dream its own."
PZHHMMMM—!
Brilliance erupted.
Whoosh!
Light scattered like swarming celestial fireflies—millions of glowing threads streaking through the void, falling upon sleeping stars and barren planets, igniting them with promise.
And thus began the awakening of a universe meant to flourish.
"These seeds shall craft a perfect creation," he declared softly. "A cosmos where celestial life rises strong—unhunted, unbroken, free."
Yet even stars cannot defend themselves alone.
His gaze deepened, solemn as ancient judgment.
"Before I fade… I shall appoint guardians."
He raised his hand, and constellations trembled. In front of him, Eighty-eight guardians stood, after they were summoned, power shimmered—shapes of beasts, warriors, titans, celestial tools, watchers woven into the heavens themselves.
"Eighty-eight guardians," he intoned, voice carrying across eternity. "Born from starlight and duty. You shall call yourselves… Constellar Guardians."
The constellations pulsed—alive, awakening.
"Hear me," Genesis commanded, his tone heavy with sacred decree. "Before I enter eternal slumber, engrave my will upon your souls. Protect this universe. Protect your kin. Protect your newborn home. Stand as shields against chaos and hunters of corruption. You are sentinels of the void, children of the stars, heirs to my final dream."
A hush fell.
Galaxies glimmered like candle flames in a cathedral of night. And Genesis, weary yet fulfilled, looked upon his creation with gentle hope.
"Guard well this cradle of existence," he whispered, voice fading into gentle stardust. "For I… shall rest."
A final tear of light slipped from his form, drifting weightlessly into the cosmos—a prayer, a farewell, a memory of a god who dared to hope one last time.
And the universe, once silent, now hummed with awakening destiny.
"Orion, the Great Hunter of the Void. You shall be the Tactician whose mind maps the infinite flow of the cosmos. Your relentless hunt is not merely survival, but the very calculation that keeps the universe in motion."
" Crux, your Purest Light and Sovereign Guide. Guide all celestial life with your radiance, but wield your authority as Punisher against those who violate the cosmic order. Let your judgment be wisdom, not zeal, before the act of crucifixion."
" Draco, you have a primal strength, be the Unbreakable Shield of the cosmos. Protect this nascent universe with the full measure of your vast, untamed power."
" Ursa, The Fortress: Your spirit is an Impenetrable Bastion. Let your skin be the armor that turns aside all harm, and let your ferociousness stand as a boundary against chaos."
Triangulum, Necro-Cosmic Keeper: You are the guardian of what was. Keeper of the dead stars and silent planets, your power to teleport and bridge the vastness of space ensures that the whole of the universe remains connected."
.....(Mentioning).
"Go forth," he proclaimed, his voice carrying like thunder woven with lullaby. "Shape the cosmos. Guard what is born. And when I return—when my gaze once again sweeps this universe—I shall reward each of you according to your accomplishments."
His tone deepened, echoing through every newborn star, every slumbering nebula, every breath of cosmic dust.
"If I am pleased… I shall crown one among you as Constellar King, and another as Constellar Queen—sovereigns worthy to rule and shepherd the celestial race."
A pause, solemn and radiant.
"Lead not through fear, but through wisdom. Not through dominion, but through harmony."
Those final words trembled like sacred truth, binding fate to prophecy.
Then the Mighty Celestial Being—Genesis, the First Light, the Wanderer of Beginnings—stood in silence as creation shimmered around him. His form glowed, dissolving at the edges into threads of starlight. His essence drifted outward, becoming cosmic breath, cosmic memory, cosmic hope.
"To you, my last dream," he whispered to the vast newborn heavens.
"I shall return… very soon."
Light rippled. Space quivered. Time held its heartbeat.
Then— Whoosh.
He vanished like a comet breaking into dust, scattering brilliance in all directions. His divine aura faded into nebula mist, wrapping galaxies in gentle luminescence.
Where he once stood, only starlight remained—soft, eternal, and silent.
The universe, newly awakened and full of infinite promise, stood alone once more.
But now, it was no longer empty.
***
Each planet developed unique life, including creatures that lived in the deepest abysses and other beings that thrived in the abnormal climates of other planets.
Celestial creatures had incredible abilities and resilience, with a wide range of forms and attitudes. Some were hawking across the infinite vastness!
Some flew like an Aquila, a squeaking thunderbird glide freely like a Peregrine. A lightning whoop between multiverse!
"Squeak!" Aquila chirped. "I will be the eyes of the universe."
Some floated, others crawled like the Draco's expansion stretched incredibly. Breathing a calamitous haze like a volcano's smoke. "Grr!"
A beautiful swims of the aquatic creature, like the Cetus, its monstrosity peering different oceanic creatures seemed like a serene flow of infinite galaxies. "Gloob!" Cetus breathed underwater. "I will be the keeper of the ocean across the Universe."
***
Over countless eons, some celestial genes evolved dramatically. Higher celestial creatures ascended with incredible power and strength, becoming god-like beings whose presence was woven into the fabric of the universe.
Many of these ascended beings showcased their immense power, striving to dominate the universe.
But then, Draco rose to prominence, a cosmic conqueror who colonized planets and stars, asserting his absolute rule. Willfully observing the weak spot of the universe.
"We have no gods," Draco thundered, his voice shaking the fabric of the void. "We forged laws to govern existence with our own hands. We born as guardians from the very start of creation, we rules like a god. Therefore, I—Draco, the Absolute—am rightful heir to the Throne of Constellar. I alone possess the will and the might to shape the cosmos as I see fit."
Shock rippled through the assembly of celestial beings. Stars dimmed. Nebulae trembled.
"Kneel!" His subordinate shouted to the trembling celestial beings, every creature began to lowered their head and bend their knees. But the rightful Guardians stood from a distant listening to him with infuriated mode, their celestial expression was obviously angered, hatred, and disgust.
"I am worthy to be the Constellar King!" Draco roared, his voice rising like a cosmic eruption, reverberating across galaxies. "Hear me, all of you celestial born. The truth...."
His glare swept across eternity, fierce and unwavering.
"We are forsaken by our Creator. Waiting for Him is nothing but a dream—a delusion! That era ends now."
His power surged, bending constellations into submission.
"Even if creator Genesis returns—or does not—it matters not. Fate already speaks. And it proclaims me as the destined Constellar King."
But his declaration did not go unanswered.
The cosmos stirred… a gentle tremor, yet profound as creation's first breath. From the stillness emerged Crux, a figure radiant in serene authority, starlight woven into his form. He was balance incarnate, harmony given shape, the still axis around which reality turned.
Where Draco blazed like a raging star, Crux shone like the dawn—calm, vast, unshakable.
"Draco," Crux spoke, voice gentle yet immovable, like gravity given sound. "Your heart festers with hatred… with hunger for power and adoration. Look within. Remember who you were… and where you came from."
A soft brilliance radiated from him, purifying, peaceful—unwavering.
"Come," Crux extended a hand of light, "walk with me, and be cleansed. Let the darkness fall away."
Draco's laughter cracked across the cosmos, jagged as lightning splitting stars. "My Lord, Crux mean, you need a purification. That's an insult to your supreme!" Triangulum said at his side.
"Purify?" His voice dripped disdain, then he looked forward to Crux. "You speak as though I am blinded by delusion. But I have seen truth with unshackled eyes."
His wings spread, molten constellations dripping from their edges.
"We are gods, Crux. Born to rise above creation—not cower beneath it. We kneel to nothing."
Crux's white eyes dimmed with sorrow rather than anger, as though mourning a star already lost.
"We are Celestial Guardians. Not tyrants. Not usurpers."
He raised his staff—light forming calm halos around him.
"Our power was not given to dominate… but to preserve the fragile harmony of existence."
Then, his voice cut sharp and ringing:
"Draco, you are not worthy to claim the Constellar Throne."
Draco's grin stretched—feral, burning.
"And who then? You?"
His scales ignited, glowing like smoldering embers forged in a dying star's heart. Space warped around him as gravity bowed. His tail coiled around drifting planets, dragging them into orbit like toys, spinning them lazily in his grasp.
Planets cracked beneath his claws. Moons trembled in orbit.
"I am the flame that will burn weakness from existence," Draco growled, stepping forward, each step rippling through the void. "And no shepherd of light will chain me again."
Nebulae scattered as his aura roared like a collapsing sun—wild, wrathful, unstoppable.
"I exist without the need for pretenders like you—those who erase memories, twist emotions, and rewrite minds. You call it purification; I call it deceit. You make beings forget their pain and call it peace."
"Do not," Crux warned, his radiance tightening like a shield around him, "allow darkness to feast upon your essence. You were not birthed from starlight to dominate, but to defend. We were made to shield the fragile… not shackle them."
Draco's eyes narrowed, molten and merciless. His smirk slithered back across his scaled face—razor-sharp, laced with malice.
"Defend?" he echoed, the word twisting like a serpent in his mouth. "The weak cling to life by our mercy alone. Perhaps it is time they learned whom they exist to serve."
Power throbbed around him like the heartbeat of a newborn star. The constellations quivered. Galaxies dimmed as though holding their breath.
And then—
The heavens shattered with a silent scream.
Two pillars of divinity split the cosmos:
Crux, guardian of balance—pure luminance, discipline, and eternal duty.
Draco, serpent-king of ambition—fire forged from rebellion, crowned in defiance.
Where once there was unity, now lay the rift of war.
Thus dawned the Fang Epoch—the Age of Severed Constellations.
Constellar Guardians, sworn to preserve stars and life, rose like burning comets. They watched the cradle of worlds, guided fate across nebulae, and bound chaos beneath cosmic law. Under Crux's solemn banner, they became the luminous shield of creation—unwavering, eternal.
But Draco…
His hunger was a collapsing black star—insatiable, merciless. From the void he gathered those who rejected peace, who sought dominion and devastation:
Triangulum, who commanded undead creatures from a dead planets and stars.
Hydra, a serpent of endless heads, birthing calamity with each breath.
Centaur, the war scholar, who forged weapons from dying suns.
Phoenix, flame reborn in endless destruction.
Corvus, the shadow-winged thief of hope.
Cetus, the devourer of seas and stars, whose hunger rivaled Draco's own.
Together they carved tyranny through constellations, crushing galaxies beneath claw and flame, bending countless celestial beings into dread obedience.
And the heavens bled.
Between Draco and Crux, war became unending—light and shadow in perpetual collision, scattering universes like sparks from a divine forge.
Worlds rose. Worlds burned. Nebulae bloomed with new life, only to be torn asunder by wrath.
A thousand cosmic ages passed, yet neither force yielded.
Thus the eternal conflict raged—Not for land, not for crown alone… But for the destiny of creation itself.
The wars between Draco and the Crux raged endlessly, an ongoing cosmic conflict.
Frustrated by the unyielding resistance that prevented his colonization, Draco grew desperate.
The Crux and their allies were steadfast guardians of the weak, protecting planets and stars—and the sacred seeds that was implanted on each planets and stars, it became the sources of all life.
Draco realized that the Crux valued these celestial seeds more than inhabitants, these seeds were the life-sustaining like a wellsprings.
In his fury, Draco committed the ultimate sin: stealing the very seeds the Crux protected, which were the source of their endless opposition.
So he commanded his most cunning subordinate.
"Triangulum," he thundered, "use the implanted seeds. Forge me a weapon that will end this eternal balance. Something the Light cannot endure."
And so, Triangulum obeyed. Deep within the laboratories of void and flame, he cultivated the seeds of corruption.
But the experiment—was a disaster.
The celestial cores began to writhe, twisting into living nightmares. Vines of dark energy clawed out of their crystalline chambers, wrapping around the machinery, pulsing with a heartbeat not of this realm.
"What happened to the seeds!?" Draco's voice struck like thunder, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.
Triangulum stammered, sweat condensing on his spectral form. "It… it… look, my lord—they growl! Like vines with teeth!"
The chamber trembled. The corrupted seeds fused together, morphing into an abominable entity, a being so powerful even Draco could not command it.
Its body pulsed with purple veins, its roar split the fabric of the dimension itself.
"Destroy it!" Draco bellowed, the air vibrating with his rage. "Erase that mistake!"
They unleashed obliteration upon it—fire, plasma, cosmic chains—until nothing remained but ash and darkness.
Unaware… that the seed still lived.
Buried deep in the tormented abyss.
Draco turned back to Triangulum, his eyes glowing like eclipsed suns.
"Do not waste my patience, Triangulum. Make me armies from those seeds. Ones that obey my command."
Triangulum bowed, trembling. "As you wish, my Lord. I will refine them—no purple corruption this time. Their energy will be… pure darkness."
"See that it is," Draco hissed. "The next I see such failure, you will join it in oblivion."
And so Triangulum continued his experiments. This time, the seeds yielded success.
Dark entities emerged—sleek, terrible, disciplined in their chaos. Their fangs were forged for slaughter, their spines serrated with thorns that dripped poison. Their eyes burned with endless hunger.
Draco watched, entranced.
"Their fangs are shaped to kill… their thorned backs designed for terror and domination! Hahahahaha! Yes—multiply them! Spawn billions across the void!"
Triangulum complied. The corrupted seeds spread like wildfire across the stars, birthing legions upon legions of nightmare creatures—an army unlike any the cosmos had ever seen.
Screech! Cracks! Crunch!!!
After the success of creation, billions of dark creature were sealed in the tormented void, they zipped the portal secretly.
But the first abandoned abominable entity, they thought it was already destroyed, it actually regenerated, absorbing the energy of the abyss. It grew into an immeasurable cosmic horror, later named "Anti-Life."
Unbeknownst to Draco, Anti-Life began to unconsciously devour the very dark entities they had cultivated for his war.
Anti-Life was a parasitic cosmic force that consumed life, energy, and light—a formless creature with a chaotic aura, capable of camouflaging itself and hiding in plain sight.
ch...ch ch ch ch...
Blink!!!
Twitching!!! A Flickering symptom began.
The chilling wave of incidents swept through the celestial realms: stars mysteriously dying and countless creatures disappearing, causing panic among those still untouched celestial beings.
Expert celestial beings like telescopeum entity made a deep investigation, finding a common, horrifying symptom: planets and stars gradually extinguished, their light fading into nothingness. Yet, the cause remained a mystery.
Then, the true nature of the chaos became clear. Celestial beings finally learned of the terrifying catalyst – a single touch meant instant oblivion.
The Crux ordered its immediate eradication, regardless of the danger.
"That entity is a threat to everyone, who ever created such abomination, must pay for recklessness. The universe will be destroyed if we just let it spread. " Crux stood in front of other celestial entities sharing their common panic and worries.
"The investigation of stealing the sacred seeds was finally figured out." The Canis entity spoke.
" Tell me, who is that entity that steal the core of Universe? Crux voice cracked with haste.
"As a celestial sensor...there are two entities matched on my smells. They are none other than Draco and Triangulum using her triangle teleportation." Canis said.
"Orion, hunt the two criminals ... Use your ability to caught them. They must pay for what they have done."
Meanwhile, anti-Life exhibited a terrifying, continuous growth, multiplying relentlessly, an endless tide of darkness.
The cosmic imbalance grew unbearable. The rampant growth of these dark entities absorbed the very flow of light energy, the lifeblood of the universe.
Draco seized the moment, leading his legions to challenge the Crux, known as the Divine Light, the beacon of hope for all good beings.
"There is no need for a Crux to hunt us, we come here in purpose...to initiate a war between your allies and my allies."
The Crux, one of the most vital Constellar beings, safeguarded the souls of every creature, capable of purifying and empowering them with divine essence. "Look at the universe surroundings... everywhere was twitching...the light was fading. Because of your evil desire."
" Enough, shit talks hypocrite.." Draco knew the Crux's counter. He led Triangulum to nullify the Divine Light, empowering darkness and summoning entities from distant realms through triangular teleportation, moving instantaneously through space. "Triangulum! Open your your triangular portal, and let our dark armies crawl upon their boasting shield!"
"No delay, my Lord." Then his triangular head flared with dark red, the space start to open triangullarly, as if eyes open in the mid air. "This is what is called... teleportation!!!" Their preserved armies was summoned using triangular teleportation.
Worming!!!
Portals opened triangularly. The surging beasts came out ferociously. With the presence of their animosity glitches into the very heart of the celestial being. "Whoa Holly Molly ....are they multiplying by itself?"
To their shock, they inadvertently summoned more dark entities, including Anti-Life. Mistaking it as part of their grand scheme, they ignored it.
This open portal became Anti-Life's gateway, allowing it to spread uncontrollably across galaxies, dimensions, and entity realms, contaminating all life, absorbing planets, energy, power, and light.
The universe began to dim, then darken. A contiguous twitching across the parallel lines of the universe.
Meanwhile, the Crux's rightful authority rallied other stellar beings to stand against Draco's dark invasion.
The war raged, yet neither side was fully aware of the universe's vulnerability to Anti-Life.
Orion, a master tactician, pledged his warriors to the light – soldiers wielding swords, shields, and spears, capable of enduring endless combat.
The Crux's divine power burst forth, directly into the heart of the swarming dark entities besieging the gates of the Light Realms.
Yet, it was not enough. These aggressive creatures, with their devouring claws and fangs, breached defenses.
Draco unleashed a powerful electrical eruption, raining down upon the very core of the realm, threatening to extinguish countless lives.
But Aquila answered, sending a stormy wind to repel the devastating assault.
Only the Crux possessed the power to shatter Draco's mind control through purification and enlightenment, guiding all stellar beings toward ethical choices.
But the war itself was brutally interrupted. Anti-Life, now present on both sides, attacked indiscriminately.
Shock and horror rippled through the combatants, the universe was under siege by Anti-Life, and it was too late.
The cosmos was already riddled, on the brink of collapse. For the salvation of all, the Crux faced an impossible choice: unleash its ultimate divine galactic purge, a cataclysm that would also spell the extinction of all celestial life, Constellar beings included.
The energy absorbed by Anti-Life from countless stars and planets threatened to forge a formidable, lifeless universe – a forbidden fate, the "Shadows of Death."
These unstoppable Anti-Life forces began a terrifying higher evolution, their consciousness asserting a new reality: the extinction of all Constellar beings.
Even Draco's mind control buckled under their formidable presence; his ambition turned to fear, his nightmare manifesting before his eyes.
And then, the nightmare became reality. Anti-Life entity gained full awareness, devouring any celestial being caught in their path.
This made them even more formidable and uncontrollable, their power spiraling towards infinite dominion.
Many Constellar beings perished, their essences reduced to disembodied souls.
This dark entity acknowledged neither master nor creator, relentlessly devouring every living thing in the universe.
Now, these entities possessed true consciousness, capable of resisting any threat. No one could halt their advance.
Even Draco's side, once so arrogant, was horrified by their monstrous creation.
The Crux remained unyielding, defending its realm, protecting its allies and the remaining celestial creatures.
But time itself seemed to suppress their powers. This was the emergence of a true crisis for the surviving Constellar beings, caught in the apocalyptic dominance of the dark entities.
The Crux's realm was besieged by billions, then quadrillions of Anti-Life entities, hammering against their enhanced shield, a shimmering bulwark forged from the merged powers of the Constellar beings.
To prevent unprecedented cosmic chaos, the Crux faced a diplomatic decision of last resort – to end this infinite crisis.
The Crux gathered all available blessings, seeking a newfound strategy to eradicate these aggressive horrors.
But this path meant impending death for all: entities, celestial beings, great and small, powerful and weak. Their own destinies were irrevocably bound to this final, desperate act.
There was no other way. A sacrificial path, a heroic deed for the fate of the universe. They understood the devastating consequences, but it had to be.
The Crux knew the profound weight of their decision; doubt flickered, but the unfeasible reality of salvation demanded courage.
The stakes were too high; one mistake, and the universe would cease to exist.
Draco's forces were utterly defeated, their lives devoured. The once-ferocious Constellar being was no match for this entity. He, too, was consumed, dying the same death he had inflicted on countless others.
The Crux, in its infinite wisdom, saw hope in this special world, the foundation for a new genesis of life.
They rescued it, encasing it in a powerful shield to protect it from the impending cataclysm. Though Anti-Life eventually discovered this shielded haven through triangular teleportation, it was too late; they could not breach Earth's defenses.
However, the Crux's own realm shield began to weaken, its surface gradually worming, becoming permeable to the aggressive entities, its energy slowly absorbed.
The final, intense confrontation was a devastating holocaust, as time itself ran out.
Countless lives were extinguished, and the relentless rampage of Anti-Life almost reached the very core of the Crux's essence—the foundation of hope and salvation, awaiting its explosive climax.
Then, shockwaves erupted, freezing time itself, nullifying gravity, time, and space energy.
A blinding, brilliant light engulfed all who witnessed the end of celestial existence, a ruptured climax where waves disintegrated all living things.
Stellar creatures turned into gaseous matter, like vanishing clouds.
Fzzzzzzzzz!!!! A pitch of a second shattered!!!
It was an instant!
All stellar beings, no matter their power, died and vanished with impossible speed. A Time of unbearable silence occupied the lifeless universe again.
The Crux's ultimate power had deleted all creatures in a single, devastating burst across the universe. A Gargantuan crust brimming with unfathomable energy form like a planet, but not exactly a planet; it is an omnipotent. The mixed elements across the life and energies; and, the existence of light and darkness.
All the creations of mighty celestial....NOW EXTINCT!!!!
The rebound waves then accumulated all energy into one, forming a formidable power so immense that none dared approach.
It was like a super giant blue sun, yet it was neither star nor planet; it was, precisely, a god's power over everything.
Grasp!!! Then, he absorbed all the powers and energy.
Genesis, the Mighty Celestial Being, his strength returned after he absorbed his all essence from the colossal blue star like a sun, then his body was materialized out of radiant mist — a horizon of light folding back into a form divine and ancient. His presence re-ignited dying starlight, and for a breathless moment, the universe remembered awe.
But then… Silence. Whoosssh!!!
A hollow, devoured silence.
Worlds that once blossomed with celestial life were now brittle and colorless. Suns hung dim like fading lanterns. Galaxies that once roared with symphonies of creation now drifted in muted stillness, scarred and starved.
Genesis' light quivered — a tremor in his immortal calm.
"Again?" His voice cracked across space like thunder over a dead ocean. "My creations are gone? Who dared erase them?"
There was no body to answer — only echoes.
Souls — thin, tattered remnants of once-glorious guardians — gathered in whispering trails around him. They swirled like frost-wind, voices layered in mournful harmony.
"We were consumed… devoured by the anti-Life…" said by a soul.
Genesis' brow tightened, his celestial features darkening.
"Anti-Life?"
His voice deepened, like mountains grinding beneath divine weight.
"Where did such a thing arise?"
The wandering souls shivered, voices trembling like fractured glass.
"From your own garden… born from betrayal… your guardian Draco—"
They choked, their essence flickering.
"…he committed a forbidden sin. He stole the sacred seed… and corrupted it… twisting life into hunger… birthing a devouring void…"
A snarl split the void — jagged, furious.
"Silence, wretch!" Draco's voice — not in flesh, but echoing like a scar carved into reality — thundered from the cosmic abyss.
The remnants of stars shook. The souls recoiled in fear.
But Genesis did not flinch.
His gaze cut through the darkness, ancient and merciless.
"I did not grant you permission to speak," he answered, voice sharp as searing truth. "Even stripped of body, you cling to arrogance like rot clings to bone."
A heavy pause.
Planets trembled, and winds that no longer existed seemed to howl in dread.
One soul dared whisper again, trembling like a dying spark:
"Our Creator… that Draco… he twisted the seed… fed it hatred and ambition… and from it was born an abomination — a devourer of worlds, a plague of nothingness…"
Genesis' light dimmed — not from weakness, but from sorrow so deep it threatened to unmake him.
"So after all my journeys… all my failures… all creation dies yet again," he murmured. "My final seed… profaned into ruin."
His sorrow turned slowly — painfully — into quiet, hardened fury.
"In every universe, I fought against destruction. But never… never did I imagine it would come from one I called my child."
Space broke into trembling shards around his rising power.
"Look at the tiny planet, this mortal world is in peril... Because of you, Draco. This universe is about to collapse."
" And so... I decided to save the tiny blue planet, to guard it against the anti-Life."
" Constellar souls, I summoned you here!"
Then, a cylindrical tower appeared in front of the mighty celestial being, all the souls was within the tower, flickering and glowing with different astral color. Like glowing smoke caged in the cylindrical tower. All the souls there has consciousness but cannot utter even a single letter.
He spoke to the Constellar souls, his voice resonating through the void: "It appears you were reckless with the powers I bestowed upon you. Many lives were destroyed because one of you birthed Anti-Life.."
" And the worst part of it, the anti-Life will going to destroy the life of that planet."
" Therefore, I punish you: you shall remain as eternal souls until you fulfill my commands."
" Blue Earth is the sole living planet of this universe, destined to expand the existence of life. But, if the anti-Life you created, will destroy it, then a punishment will be charged against me." He sighed with worry.
"I grant you unique talents and abilities, and power but..... they shall only be useful to humans."
The cylindrical tower groan with bitter understanding.
"The life on Earth was mortal as death was with them, cursing them to decline their mental capacity to survive, they lack knowledge, living as the lowest prey, even insect could killed them—they were ...ignorant, fightless."
"It is because ....an hour ago, the Anti life entity summoned the portal of abyss, all creatures in the land, sea, and air was contaminated with dark mutations."
"I'll send you to the mortal world before it's too late.
"Now I see there are now evolved beasts and monsters, spreading terrors to humans, the talents and abilities I grant each of you will be useful to defeat the beast of abyss.."
"Not to mentioned, once you transmigrated to human, you cannot rely to your own, you must depend to human, and that's, your celestial genes will be mixed to human gene, and that will be their bloodline. Live within human vessel and be multiply!"
The Mighty Celestial Being took a small portion of the colossal blue sun-like power, a piece the size of Earth's moon, and hurled it towards the cylindrical tower, then, it light up with immense brightness.
"From the moment Anti-Life existed, humans on blue Earth will now in perils. Therefore, as your punishment , you will remain as souls. I will send you to Earth as Constellar-souls, to guide humanity, to help them reshape their future, and to choose life, not death."
"Hurry, and do not fail me!"
Fzzzzzzzzz!
The cylindrical towers become one, like a giant meteor hurled into the earth and exploded. Dinosaurs died, and beasts and monsters were buried alive, all Constellar entities souls scattered, and then, during the rise of humanity, Constellar entities began possessing human, and become part to human body.