Attack

In the unfathomable reaches of the cosmos, the stars shimmered endlessly, casting their light across the vast expanse. Deep within this celestial sea, hundreds of millions of light-years distant from Earth, an enormous wormhole stretched like an abyss. It bore a striking resemblance to our own planet, yet its colossal scale surpassed Earth by billions of times.

In this cosmic solitude, a figure appeared before the colossal wormhole. He stood tall and composed, clad in a red-black uniform of pristine simplicity. His features were strikingly handsome, marred by the weight of ages, and his serpentine eye, harboring the essence of countless lifetimes, seemed to bewilder anyone who dared to meet his gaze.

Kneeling in humble reverence before the gargantuan wormhole, he bowed his head. "Master, the moment has arrived," he declared with a solemn tone. "The constellations have shifted beyond alignment, Hephaestus' intricate trap has been undone, and now is the opportune time for me to embark on the mission."

Unbeknownst to most, Alma and her husband had received a wedding gift from their mentor—a protective shield of unparalleled prowess, capable of repelling any intrusion. However, their wise teacher chose to reveal only part of its power, cautioning that any attack on the shield would culminate in the irrevocable annihilation of the Tree of Knowledge. This clever stratagem compelled their concealed adversaries to bide their time, waiting for the alignment of constellations to weaken the shield's defenses.

Alma had taken further precautions, crafting an impervious defensive formation utilizing the essence of fallen gods and heroes. This was in response to the discovery by the people of the Atlantis Kingdom regarding the Tree of Good and Evil's location. Ingeniously, the Atlanteans harnessed humans as unwitting pawns, channeling them through the Bermuda Triangle—a portal that ushered them directly into the treacherous formation. Yet, among the countless souls, only Zach had navigated this perilous path and subsequently joined the ranks safeguarding the Tree.

As the man prepared to depart, an ethereal voice resounded in his mind, gently reminding him to remain vigilant and contact Eve in the event of an unforeseen crisis.

"I shall, Master," he affirmed, his serpent eye gleaming with unwavering determination. With that, he vanished into the ether, employing his teleportation abilities to reach his destination.

In the tranquil expanses of space, an abrupt disruption rippled through the colossal wormhole. It appeared as if the enigmatic black chasm was struggling, akin to an eyelid fighting to unveil its eye. Yet this disconcerting anomaly swiftly abated, yielding to the calm serenity of the cosmos once more.

Back within the confines of the Garden of Eden, a rift in the fabric of reality opened, revealing a hundred enigmatic beings. They possessed ten distinct blood-red strands of hair, which emitted eerie hissing and rattling sounds. Antenna-like eyebrows adorned their foreheads, and they sported barely discernible snail-like teeth. Draped in black attire, their azure-speckled skin hinted at their otherworldly origins. In patient silence, they awaited the arrival of their leader.

The man with the serpent eye emerged from the void, which promptly sealed behind him. His measured footsteps reverberated with purpose as he approached his awaiting entourage.

"Attack," he intoned, the word escaping his lips with deliberate calmness.

In response, his loyal followers surged forth with unwavering resolve, a united front prepared for any adversity.

With calculated poise, the man observed his advancing comrades. Then, in a surprising twist of demeanor, he delicately plucked a flower. A fleeting, rare smile graced his countenance for the briefest of moments before he crushed the delicate bloom beneath his fingers.

"It has been a long time, Father," he murmured, his features returning to their enigmatic and inscrutable state.