Little steps

PLAINS OF MISTRELON

The unending night was unusually gloomier in this portion of the forest. The lack of any celestial body but the green sun in the sky made for the black sky. It was why it was strange how individuals were able to see or where the light that shone upon Mistrelon came from. The normally expected sound of wildlife within the forest was absent, nothing but silence reigning. The white trees towered high doing nothing to create a peaceful ambiance.

The sound of boots cracking twigs and branches broke the quiet. Black and greenish smoke oozed around a tall figure clad in dark knight armor. No, it wasn't clad in the armor. Its very skin was the armor. Its head was an ominous three-green-eyed helm with golden pinpricks that exhaled hot steam.

The being wasn't the only thing that shattered the quiet though. A loud thud echoed in the forest, a white-rotted beast smashing with great force into the ground. Green flames burned as it screeched, its left arm slashing out to claw at the dark knight. The hand was caught, a cracking sound echoing as the knight crushed the arm with its palm. The creature attempted to scream in pain but received a resounding slap to its jaw dislocating the mandible.

It shut up instantly. The knight crouched before it, flaming eyes burning into the beast on the ground. The creature attempted to rise only for the knight to place his lower left arm on its head and slowly push it back down. Without a word, the knight had claimed dominance. The creature hissed once more before locking up its defiance gone. It was beat. The knight was indeed King.

The King rose ignoring the Navedalk as it strolled right past it and to the forest edge close by. It wasn't bothered by the thing attacking it from behind. No, it was more bothered by the little things that were staged in the city beyond the forest. Hopefully, they had not noticed him. It was best to not let information return to their top dogs. Of course, Anoma's face showed no expression. as he watched the city bustling with a huge number of creatures. Some he could recognize as the winged beings he already had in his little army. Though these were strange and lacked the goddess touch. He found it advantageous that the goddess had helped him set up an army. It made things easier.

Anoma was not bothered. It was a simple issue that he would soon rectify. First.

His gaze returned to the Navedalk who went stiff once it noticed his attention on it. He had no issue with it though. Once it was in charge, an authority gotten as the first false life. But now he was here, he might not be the first but he was the only one. Anoma would not be dared. At least not again.

The sense of communication that false life had amongst themselves wasn't a perk that was necessary to state in his template. It was like detailing humans with the perk of speech. Unnecessary. False life communicated via thought sent through their unique False Life energy.

The Navedalk understood the message. It might not be in charge but it still had its original authority. It just had one more figure to answer to. With a snarl, it rose back to its hind legs the front hands supporting its upper body. A screech pierced the air, a loud gut-tightening, and heart-chilling cry. One that spread through the forest and into the distance as far as it could be heard.

Anoma turned away unbothered by the war cry. His eyes watched the netizens of the city panic and react to the monstrous call. His broad shoulders heaved almost like he took a breath before stepping away.

The Navedlak halted its cry as it looked at the knight. No, the king of all False life. This was the figure it had to follow. Like it or not it knew that the entity existed only for one reason. The one reason it did too.

Its blood-chilling eyes moved to the city, standing and watching like it was studying them before it turned and took off after the King soundlessly. The intent oozing from it could only be translated into one statement.

The Mother will be done.

*

Cain's plan was simple. Not all the Creators had focused their attention on Mistrelon. The Tartarean Rifts was another story. With most creators focused on scouring the secrets of the fiery pits this left ole bland Mistrelon to him. Of course, this had bothered the player at first, until he made the biggest discovery of his in-game time.

Hidden in the scrolls that his spawn point just happened to have had buried within rubble that he had taken his meticulous time clearing he found the secret he believed Mistrelon held.

With the aid of the cold Faora and most probably degenerate Desne he would flood the White lands with their three armies and once all were locked in bloody strife and war seize his prize. While the two beauties fought the gods he would seize his trophy and rise above all. Even her.

The first part of the plan was complete. The second part was underway. The third was also underway. All that was left was war. It was what he needed to keep the girls busy. Which was why he had not quickly gone off to find the necromantic creator fouling his angels. With the armies and the creative themselves hopefully the girls would be distracted enough. Buying him the time to get his prize. But first, the second part of the plan had to be accomplished.

Cain smiled as he watched the matching armies. The girls didn't even suspect that his plan was more complex than they deemed. While they were playing at the second plan, he already had his third plan moving in place.

One might wonder why the system oath wasn't acting against his schemes. It was simple, Cain had no bad thoughts for the girls. As long as they supported him and didn't betray him he would keep them as faithful dogs. Partners.

A smile stretched out on the Creator's face as he inhaled. "This feels like a red flag but nothing could possibly stop me now".

*

The eighth continent was a land shrouded by myths and hearsay. None had been able to head for the damned continent. For the inhabitants, no one knew how long ago it had been or when exactly it started. One day all went to sleep and awoke the next day to an endless night. It remains that way for a very long time. After many goals by the different races and kingdoms to resolve whatever was the issue it proved unchangeable. Even with the new powers to use runes nine has enough knowledge for such a huge scale effect. it stayed, so long that it became a norm.

At the very center of the eighth continent, hidden deep within a once lush valley that was now only nothing but a shriveled land stood a huge castle. Anyone from beyond the mortal realms would have gasped at the sight of a similar-looking construct to the Five Rings of Dylaeria. Unlike the mimicry that the Soliverts had constructed that looked wrong, the castle stood powerful and as accurate as the original. Made of stones so black they stole the light. From this stones oozed the black most that kept the entire continent locked in perpetual darkness.

Crowds of familiar-looking creatures flocked through the city. A weird sense of order was inherent in all parts but mostly due to the similarities of every being here. All were black and larger, a void corrupted version of their original selves.

The energy that permeated the air was thick and unsavory, the very ground eroding and getting slightly consumed in all directions. A problem that aroused an entity's attention.

Stop the fifth ring seated on its macabre throne, a throne large enough to cover the entire fifth ring due to the creature's size. On it was what had hatched from the egg on the day of the Update.

The beast opened a single eye showing a purple reptilian slit, a snort of dark smoke escaped its nostrils as its head rose from the ground. Its eyes peered around it as it sensed the entity that had dared to approach its abode. Right before its eyes dust and most gathered together sporadically to form a shape. One that made the creature shiver at the almost familiar face. A closer look was all it took to see that the face was dissimilar.

" Void. Chaos" the voice from the entity was like the songs of muses seated atop clouds. The beast cocked its head meaningfully, its body rose lifted by powerful front limbs.

"Unknown and unmade" the voice uttered again. Wings were unwrapped from the beast's body as its huge form was revealed. The entity's eyes narrowed ad it spoke the last word.

"Unwanted".

BOOM

The throne shook as the creature lunged for the entity of dust and mist. Its maw opened as its wings beat with a fury that created a gust doubling the speed. In a flash, it was before the entity who remained unmoved watching as the make shut around it. Dust and mist collapsed into nothing leaving not a mark of its presence in the Fifth ring The dragon looked around it in a moment of confusion before realizing it caught nothing. A roar of anger shook the castle making tbe many void creatures shiver and look questioningly to the fifth ring.

The entity itself was long gone having reformed itself atop the sea right at the tip of the last rock that signified the end of the eighth continent. It watched the black dome formed around the continent for a moment as its water-made body sloshed about within itself. It was perplexed. After the update, it got the means to forge a body or atleast an incarnation of itself with elements and materials. As a means to keep an eye on all beings atop it, the idea was to create an incarnate for each of the nine continents.

An idea that was wholly successful until it arrived here. The energy had been corrupted, becoming void miasma and chaos miasma. It wasn't like it couldn't form itself here but the energy to sustain was harsh. As such she had to learn a run for siphoning energy from her other incarnates ti maintain her form.

Still, the matter wasn't something she could let slide. While tbe sea kept the corruption at bay who knew how long that would be for? The Incarnate knew it had to act and act soon. But all she was a mere will, she possessed only power over the system of the world. Something the void didn't need. It had connected to it but was not solely controlled by it. If not erasing its abilities and perks was not impossible. Hard but not impossible.

The incarnate knew this meant only one other entity could solve this issue. Her.

Yet she had not seen her for quite tbe while. Sure she knew she wanted less of the entity appearing but it was more to preserve herself than a need for the entity to not be around. Attempting to get to the entity had been hard too. It was like a two-way line with no one at. the other end to receive. This left one last option, one that had the same energy as that entity.

The incarnate didn't bother dematerializing, her other self could handle finding the female that bore the mark of the creator. All it had to do was keep an eye on the Void continent and alert the others if it dared move its corruption.