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Across the boundless multiverse, where stars shared whispered secrets and galaxies spun like eternal dancers in a cosmic waltz, an unspoken agreement was forged. Ancient beings—older than time itself—gathered in a realm beyond mortal comprehension, where reality folded like origami and gravity was more suggestion than rule.  

Known by countless titles—Titans, Elders, Primordials—they were revered as gods by mortals. Yet among themselves, they were rivals, uneasy allies, and occasional drinking companions with a penchant for initiating universe-shaking gambles.  

Thus, they devised the Game: a grand contest of power spanning endless dimensions. Champions would be chosen to enact their will, wield their gifts, and should fate have a sense of humor become cosmic jesters. The reward? Total dominion over the multiverse. The stakes? Everything, from the fragile breath of mortals to the resonant songs of collapsing stars.  

As for the rules? They were nebulous at best. The only unyielding truth was that once selected, a champion could not opt out though that didn’t stop a few from trying.

Revenge 101

Orion was no ordinary celestial. He belonged to the Luminal Pantheon, an ancient collective of divine entities tasked with maintaining balance across the multiverse. Each member had a specific role: some were warriors, others architects of realms, and still others keepers of cosmic law. Orion stood among the Watchers—a sect devoted to observing and intervening in pivotal events when the balance was threatened. With piercing silver eyes that seemed to see through time and veils of deception, he exuded an aura of both wisdom and quiet authority.

His appearance reflected his role. Orion's robes shimmered like starlight, flowing with an ethereal grace that defied gravity. Ancient glyphs embroidered in gold ran along the hem of his garments, constantly shifting as if alive. The air around him shimmered faintly, charged with latent energy, and his voice carried the weight of eons, commanding attention without effort.

Orion's duty was clear: to act as both guardian and adjudicator. He was neither cruel nor lenient, but impartial, devoted to the greater good. Yet his role often placed him in morally gray areas, forcing him to make decisions that could reshape the fates of countless lives. Among the pantheon, he was both respected and feared for his unyielding sense of duty.

As Ryo's words hung in the air, Orion's thoughts churned beneath his calm exterior. He had seen countless beings wield immense power, but there was something different about Ryo. That violet light—it wasn't of the divine realms nor born of mortal ingenuity. It carried a resonance that felt both ancient and foreign, a power that predated even the Luminal Pantheon. This troubled Orion deeply.

He studied Ryo carefully, his silver eyes narrowing as he weighed the young man's flippant demeanor against the unmistakable weight of his actions. Despite the humor and nonchalance, Orion could feel the undercurrent of something far darker. Ryo's words were lighthearted, but his intent was anything but.

"Payback," Ryo had said. The word echoed in Orion's mind like an ominous drumbeat. It wasn't the kind of revenge born from petty grievance—this was deeper, more calculated. The way Ryo spoke of restoring equilibrium and dismantling institutions suggested a motive rooted in more than mere personal vendetta. There was a profound anger, yes, but also clarity. Purpose.

Orion's thoughts shifted to the violet energy again. It wasn't just destructive—it was surgical, controlled. It had disrupted the Golem's core with precision rather than brute force. That level of mastery spoke of experience, yet Ryo's apparent age and demeanor clashed with such a notion. Where had this boy learned to wield such power, and at what cost?

"He speaks of rebellion as if it were a jest, Orion thought, his expression hardening. Yet his words carry a weight that no mortal should bear. That power… it bears a mark I have not seen in eons. Could it be...?"

For the first time in centuries, Orion felt a pang of uncertainty. He had been tasked to observe and intervene, but this was unlike anything he had encountered before. The possibility that Ryo's power was tied to an ancient force beyond the gods of the Luminal Pantheon sent a ripple of unease through him. Worse still, if Ryo's goals were truly what they seemed—toppling divine order and liberating trapped champions—he could pose a threat to everything Orion had been sworn to protect.

"This is no ordinary rebellion," Orion mused. "This is a game far older and far more dangerous than any the gods have ever played. And this boy... he may very well be its catalyst."

Orion's voice was steady but carried a note of warning as he finally spoke. "You speak as if the balance of the cosmos is nothing but a game to be rewritten. Yet you fail to understand that even rebellion carries consequences. Tell me, "Ryo—are you prepared to face the weight of what you seek to destroy?"

CH6 Orion's POV