Merging of both Arts.

In the vastness of the cosmic void, the telepathic conversation between Cynthia and the mysterious voice unfolded. Cynthia, still in her meditative state, received the voice's inquiries about the progress of her plans. 

The voice echoed, "It's taking longer than we agreed, Cynthia. How much longer do you expect me to wait?"

Cynthia responded with a calm demeanor, "My Lord, all the preparations have been completed. In a few years, I can escape from this confinement."

The voice inquired about the crack, and Cynthia explained, "The crack is not where we anticipated. We need to search somewhere else; this plane is not the right one."

Impatient, the voice insisted, "Come join me soon; we have nearly merged all the planes."

Cynthia expressed concern, "What about the Supremes, my Lord?"

The voice revealed, "It seems they are not active. They must have entered into hibernation. This is the right time for us; the higher-ups are not pleased with my progress."

Determined to buy more time, Cynthia pleaded, "My Lord, I will get out in two years. Please wait for me."

The voice, recognizing the urgency, declared, "No, we don't have that much time. I will send Spear Master Esther in a few months. The situation is very dire."

Cynthia, apprehensive about Esther's methods, exclaimed, "Esther, my Lord. She is a mad person; she will slaughter everyone in the plane."

Assuring her, the voice replied, "Don't worry; she will listen to you. Focus on getting out. If you fail, you both should stay there forever."

Cynthia vowed, "Don't worry, my Lord. I will get out of this plane."

The voice concluded, "I will wait for you outside."

With the telepathic connection severed, Cynthia called for Ragnar, the former leader of the COC alliance. As he hastened to her side, Cynthia issued orders to change the deadline to two years and to prepare for an imminent conflict.

Ragnar questioned, "But what about the avatars, your majesty?"

Cynthia, resolute in her decisions, replied, "The avatars will be dealt with. Someone will be visiting from the gates in a few months. Assemble everyone; we will go to war if they don't yield the elements."

Ragnar nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation, and promptly disseminated the orders to all the allied factions. 

In the solemn halls of the star haven-

Ignis, in a state of restlessness, rushed towards Nova with urgent news. Ignis called out, "Father, are you there? Father?"

Nova, roused from his meditative state, responded, "What happened? Why are you so loud?"

Ignis, with a sense of urgency, conveyed the information,

"Near the place where El-kiin used to be, the Angel family Gaberial and Demon Prince Beelzebub had a fierce battle. Beelzebub killed and annihilated the force brought by the angels and returned to the dark realm."

Nova, concerned by the implications, questioned, "Why did he kill someone from the light realm? We are in a ceasefire. If he continues like this, the war will break out at any time."

Ignis explained further, "Father, the ceasefire has already been lifted. The Dark Realm Avatar has massacred the princes who sided with Beezelbub. Some managed to escape and seek refuge in COC, but half of the princes have already fallen under the Avatar's blade."

Nova, deep in thought, asked about Cynthia's response to the situation. Ignis replied, "Nothing yet, Father."

At that moment, Freya approached Nova with a serious expression. She said, "Father, we received a letter from Lady Cynthia."

Nova, anticipating crucial information, opened the letter and read its contents. The letter stated,

"To the High Ruler of Star Haven, Nova Starborne, we will continue the war with avatars from today. We are changing the deadline from 5 years to 2 years. Prepare your forces and join us in a year. 

 This matter cannot be shared with others. Prepare yourselves with any means possible. Sender: Cynthia Silver night."

As Freya worked on transcribing the Frost Fang Tribe's art, Nova took a moment to gather his thoughts. The room, once a place of strategic planning and council meetings, felt heavy with the impending conflict. The letter from Cynthia marked the end of an era of peace, thrusting them into a new chapter of uncertainty and warfare.

Ignis returned after dispatching the orders. "Father, the regions have been notified, and preparations for the war have begun. All forces will return within the stipulated time."

Nova nodded, appreciating the swiftness of Ignis's actions. "Good. Now, we need to focus on our own preparations. The Frostfang Tribe's art will be a valuable addition to my arsenal. Freya, how is the transcription coming along?"

Freya handed the written copy to Nova, "Father, this art is powerful, but it requires balance. The extreme yin energy of the Frostfang Tribe's art must be harmonized with your yang energy. It might take some time to dichper."

Nova, deep in thought, considered the challenges ahead. "We must also strengthen our alliances. Reach out to those who might be willing to stand with us against the impending threat. We cannot face this alone."

As Nova looked out of the window, he wondered how the other realms were preparing for the upcoming conflict.

-The Next week-

Finally, Freya completed copying the art. After days of meticulous work, Nova, along with other scholars on the planet, started creating an art specifically tailored for him. Hours of research, trial, and error ensued as they delved into the intricacies of Nova's immortality and the unique aspects of the Frost Fang Tribe's art.

During the experiments, Nova endured burning and freezing, but with the planet's life essence, he effortlessly recovered each time. The scholars, undeterred by the challenges, persisted in perfecting the art.

After a day of relentless effort, Freya announced, "Father, the art has been finished. You can practice it now."

Nova, determined to harness this newfound power, walked up into the center, where scholars and his children gathered.

Taking a stance, Nova prepared to perform the completed art. The scholars and his children observed with a mix of excitement and anticipation. As Nova focused his energy, a subtle shimmer filled the air, and a faint glow enveloped his body.

Freya, having mastered the Frost Fang Tribe's art, watched attentively. Ignis, with his fiery aura, stood by Nova's side, ready to witness the outcome. The room became charged with a palpable energy as the demonstration unfolded.

The fusion of Drak'thar Tribe and Frost Fang Tribe powers manifested in Nova's aura, creating a harmonious balance. The scholars exchanged impressed glances, recognizing the success of the unique blend.

Author notes: Is the really completed and suitable for something like Nova?