The morning light shimmered through the academy windows, gilding the hallways in soft gold.
Michael leaned against the balcony rail, watching the city breathe below.
Luna sat beside him, her gaze distant but calm.
For once, their day felt ordinary.
Students laughed, bells chimed, and the scent of brewed coffee drifted in the air.
Luna rested her head against his shoulder and whispered, "Feels peaceful… too peaceful, right?"
Michael's lips curved faintly.
"You know me well."
He turned his head toward the blue horizon where faint distortions shimmered—ripples unseen by ordinary eyes.
Something far away was stirring, whispering from beyond universes.
But for now, he smiled.
"Let's not ruin this moment, Luna."
She laughed quietly, her laughter soft like silk brushing across his soul.
Still, beneath her smile, her intuition burned—a quiet warning she didn't voice.
Far, far away, beyond the lattice of galaxies—
A throne floated in the abyss.
A monument of dying suns and broken matter, carved from the corpses of stars.
Upon it sat Xekron, the Devourer of Realms.
Four beings stood behind him, their forms shrouded by shifting nebulae.
Xekron's eyes opened slowly, twin vortexes of black fire.
He felt the faint sting of disconnection across eternity—
His servants… gone.
A low hum reverberated through the void.
Xekron's fingers tightened upon the armrest.
"Hmm…? My connection to Maxis and the second one—vanished?"
His voice thundered, rippling through entire dimensions.
"Who dares erase my mark from that universe?"
The beings behind him lowered their heads in silence.
The second of them stepped forward slightly, his armor glinting in fractured light.
"Perhaps the Higher Ones intervened, my lord?"
Xekron's gaze turned sharp, cutting across the void like a blade.
"The Higher Ones," he said slowly, "would never dare step into that realm."
He rose from his throne.
Reality fractured under his steps, cosmic debris scattering like dust.
"So tell me then… who killed my servants?"
The silence deepened until it was almost crushing.
One of the four finally broke it—his aura like burning obsidian.
He stepped forward, knelt, and said, "Lord Xekron, please… do not concern yourself with such trivial beings. Allow me to deal with it."
Xekron's lips curved into something cold and amused.
"You, Zalos… wish to face the Guardian of that universe?"
Zalos's head lifted slightly.
"Guardian?" he echoed.
"I thought that being was but a myth."
The laughter that followed was thunder itself—rolling, ancient, terrifying.
"Then listen closely, Zalos," Xekron said, his tone dripping with disdain.
"Do you know why the Higher Ones avoid that place? Do you think it's for lack of resources?"
His eyes blazed brighter.
"No. It is because even they fear what watches there."
Zalos froze, breath faltering.
"What… could make the Higher Ones fear?"
"The Guardian," Xekron said, voice low.
"His strength may not surpass the cosmic scale… but his laws do. His Authority bends space and time through sheer will. He doesn't just control existence—he rewrites it."
Zalos's armor flickered faintly under his trembling energy.
Then he bowed deeply again.
"My Lord… then isn't it far too dangerous for even you to interfere?"
A faint smile ghosted across Xekron's lips.
"Perhaps… if I did not possess this."
He lifted his right hand.
A tiny speck of light—barely visible—floated above his palm.
It shimmered like cosmic dust yet radiated a power so dense that even the void quivered.
"This," he said, "is Ukresol."
Zalos's eyes widened.
He could feel the fabric of creation bend toward it.
"It was gifted to me by a being from beyond dimensions," Xekron continued.
"In return for a task… a task even I found distasteful. But the reward was worth it."
He closed his fingers and the light vanished.
"With Ukresol, I can trap anything—forever. Even that Guardian."
The other three beings exchanged glances—uneasy, reverent.
They had seen Xekron shatter worlds, but never before had he spoken of such a relic.
Xekron lowered himself back upon his throne, the aura around him pulsing.
"Once I claim the planet's core, the Authority within it shall merge with me. Then I will surpass all—Higher Ones, Guardians, and even the laws themselves."
The abyss shook as he laughed.
It wasn't joy. It was hunger—divine, infinite hunger.
But as his laughter echoed, far away across the galaxies, something else stirred.
A vast cosmic silence rippled across the void above the Milky Way.
There—beyond light and time—floated another being.
Its silhouette was humanoid yet radiant with unknown geometry.
Its eyes mirrored the collapse of entire star systems.
He hovered just above the black hole at the galaxy's center, watching it twist and churn.
The devouring spiral of creation and destruction bowed faintly to his presence.
He murmured to himself, his tone low, sharp, and mocking.
"So… Arina succeeded after all. That brat never rests, does he?"
His gaze burned deeper into the black hole's horizon.
"Well… let's finish this. For Velaris-9, for our fallen world."
He extended one arm.
The fabric of the event horizon trembled—then began to shrink.
Slowly, impossibly, the black hole's monstrous pull reversed direction.
Streams of cosmic light poured into his palm, spiraling, roaring, fusing with his body.
"Hah…" he exhaled, his grin widening.
"What a delicious energy source… this damned universe doesn't deserve it—"
He froze
A sharp, burning pain tore through his abdomen.
Before he could react, he was hurled backward through space, blood spraying in zero-gravity arcs.
"Ughhh—!"
The blow wasn't merely physical—it cracked through his soul.
He stopped himself mid-flight, panting, and thought,
"What—was that? I didn't even sense it!"
The stars dimmed.
Space itself trembled.
And from the shadows ahead… emerged a humanoid figure.
It spoke in a voice that wasn't a voice—calm, mechanical, divine.
"Abnormality detected in central plane. Initiating countermeasure: Dark Oblivion."
Instantly, the entire galaxy vanished from sight.
Light died.
Sound ceased.
It wasn't void—it was the absence of void.
The beginning before beginnings.
The being who had been absorbing the black hole gasped.
He looked around—no stars, no horizon, no escape.
And in front of him stood the figure again, hand raised.
The Guardian.
Its movements were serene—elegant, terrifying.
A single punch blurred through dimensions.
Before the intruder could defend, he was struck—sent spiraling through the darkness faster than light itself.
Every impact carried weight beyond matter, crushing layers of existence at once.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Each strike a collapse of time, each silence an eternity.
The intruder barely managed to breathe.
"Wh—what is this being?! How does it form an Authority Domain so pure?!"
No answer came.
Only a final voice:
"Entity causing anomaly—restrained. Countermeasure mode—deactivating."
And just like that, everything stilled.
The darkness receded.
Stars reignited.
The Guardian vanished without trace, leaving only drifting fragments of light.
Somewhere far away, through the woven layers of spacetime—
Michael watched.
A faint holographic projection shimmered before him, invisible to all others.
He leaned against the window frame, eyes calm, almost amused.
"So… that's the Guardian, huh?" he murmured.
"The guy that fool mistook me for."
Luna looked up from where she sat, sipping her drink lazily.
"Hmm? Talking to yourself again, hubby?"
He turned, smiling faintly.
"Maybe I am."
Her expression softened.
"You look different today," she said, voice quiet, curious.
"Something feels heavier around you."
Michael didn't answer immediately.
He gazed out the window again, toward the faint shimmer of the distant stars.
"Luna," he said at last, "do you ever feel like this world's too… small for what's coming?"
Her eyes flickered—half amusement, half worry.
"Are you talking about exams or the end of reality again?"
He chuckled softly.
"Maybe both."
Luna sighed, resting her chin in her palm.
"You always talk like something's coming… yet you never tell me what."
He looked at her gently.
"If I did, you wouldn't sleep again."
Silence settled between them—warm, fragile, laced with unspoken truths.
Outside, the wind shifted slightly, and for a moment, the sun dimmed as if shadowed by something immense far beyond human reach.
Michael's eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
His voice dropped, just above a whisper.
"Looks like the plot's Moving Again..."
Luna tilted her head.
"What was that?"
He smiled again.
"Nothing. Just… fate, playing its hand."
In the skies above, invisible to mortal sight, cosmic threads began to twist—linking Earth to a conflict beyond time, beyond universes.
And far in the dark, Xekron opened his eyes once more.
"Prepare my descent," he said.
The stars themselves bowed.
The war of realms had begun to move again.
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To be continued.....