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Medes was stunned for a good minute but before he could respond to Altáir's words. The storm of energy thickened and pulsed strangely.
" Oh "
" Is that? ".
" No way "
The " NPC's " exclaimed in awe as they could feel the pressure of the energy but couldn't quite see what was building up.
But Medes and Altáir could see the increasing energy and retreated a few kilometers more. Bracing themselves.
The storm did not roar, it hummed. Energy building up and When the storm finally resolved, it did not explode.
It withdrew.
Space convulsed once, sharply, as if struck by a tuning fork. At the storm's heart, mass crystallized from light, gravity stitching itself together with deliberate care. Oceans of molten color cooled into continents mid-formation. Atmosphere bloomed. A sunless world locked itself into existence, perfectly balanced, as though it had rehearsed this moment long before reality allowed it.
"No wonder it felt familiar.....This isn't a weapon?! ". Medes said analyzing, staring at what one could term a wonder of Creation.
But before the white-haired man could reply he was Interrupted by what would best be described as a cosmic sos. A broadcast for the top players of the Interstellar stage.
The upper echelons all across the cosmos where all receiving the same message. By a system,prophecy or whatever means they had access to.
COSMIC ANOMALY CONFIRMED
CLASSIFICATION: ORIGIN-TIER EVENT
SUBJECT: NEWLY RE-FORMED PLANET
STATUS: ORIGIN WORLD XENOVIA
RESPONSE: ADVISED—NOT MANDATED
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In a drifting sanctum beyond causality, a woman made of layered light paused mid-calculation. Thousands of futures unraveled and rewove themselves behind her eyes as the alert branded itself into her awareness.
"That shouldn't exist....yet," she whispered.
The planet did not appear in any of her projections. Not past. Not future. It was a blank space where inevitability should have been.
For the first time in a very long while, the Oracle closed her sight.
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In a throne room brimming with wealth, Luxury and something ancient was a King on a throne a figure of immense stillness opened his eyes.
The King-That-Remained did not move at first. He felt the signal ripple through his domain, through the bones of his citadel, through the laws he had personally rewritten. Slowly, he rose, cloak dragging across obsidian steps worn smooth by centuries of conquest.
"A planet," he said, voice calm, almost amused. "Born loud enough to wake the dead."
His advisors waited for an order.
He gave none.
Instead, he smiled—a small, dangerous thing.
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In a realm buried beneath reality's lowest strata, where order had been perfected into damnation, the Infernal Dominion received the signal.
Every devil felt it at once.
Knees struck iron floors. Infernal engines stalled. Contracts paused mid-enforcement as an authority greater than Hell's own briefly asserted itself.
At the center of the Dominion, the Sovereign opened his eyes.
Burning script unfolded before him—an infernal system older than most gods.
ORIGIN-TIER EVENT DETECTED
PLANETARY MANIFESTATION: UNAUTHORIZED |
The Sovereign rose slowly, chains shifting like restrained thunder.
"A world born without debt," he murmured. "Without sin."
That alone made it dangerous.
Archdevils gathered, awaiting command, but the Sovereign raised a single hand.
"No invasion," he said. "No corruption."
He looked toward the void beyond Hell's reach, expression unreadable.
"Watch it," he ordered. "Closely."
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Now back to the region where the world just formed. The space seemed to grow still as people stared in awe and numbers surrounding Xenovia increased.
The blonde-haired old man watching calmly finally broke the silence.
" All this commotion.... For a planet? ". He said sighing dramatically.
" Things are about to get messy ". Altáir replied. A wicked smile gracing his flawless features.
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