Chapter 3: The Celestial Concord.

Chapter 3: The Celestial Concord.

"A Celestial Concord? And this soon?" Yuren Xia asked, attempting to mask her surprise.

A Celestial Concord was basically a meeting where the Eclipsal Lords gather to discuss things. The strange part was its timing this time.

It is conducted every hundred years normally but this time it was after a deacde only.

"It was inevitable, Yuren," Astraeus replied calmly, as if he had foreseen this outcome. "Vaelthar's return is a threat to all of Aetherion, not just us."

Holding one merely a fourth of the hundred-year cycle after the last is highly unusual. Yet, given the circumstances, it is now a necessity.

"I assume only you and I should attend the Concord, Father?" I asked, seeking confirmation on whether we should prioritize it over other matters.

However, before Astraeus could answer. Nyxelle whined. "Wait… HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR I WANNA COME TOO!"

"No, you can't." I answered back with before she pouts and whines again. "Come on, I wanna come to-!"

Before she could finish her sentence however, I gave her a sharp scolding glare with the side eye causing her to go silent.

"Nyxelle, this is not some game you can play. We might be potentially dealing with something worse than a Catastrophic destruction."

"Bu-"

"No buts. You can't come… Besides if you came along, who will watch if something came to invade Zephyria?"

Nyxelle immediately shuts up upon hearing that and mumbles quietly. "Nevermind..."

Yuren Xia, chuckles quietly at the sight of her two daughters arguing.

Meanwhile, in the Domain of Annihilation…

Vaelthar was clutching his head painfully as he banged his fists against the ground of his domain trying to find relief from something.

"Get out of my head, you Voidborn!" He yelled, at nowhere. Tears flowing out of his shadow-like figure as if bearing a lot of mental pain and stress.

As some whispers occurred around him as he tried to cover his ears from the whispers.

Look at you, my dear vessel. The so called Primordial.

The strongest and the first Primordial ever.

Trying to escape my grasp. And think about it.

Who would even believe you? It is perfect that the soul of a Voidborn can't be sensed by even the Sovereigns so you are completely out of hope.

You will end up becoming my perfect Omiforge level vessel eventually and then not even Zephyros can stop me.

And you will be the reason for it to happen~

And by the time, I will leave your body. I will be reformed once again.

Untill then, I just have to pretend like you are doing this~

Hearing the cruel truth from the whispers. Vaelthar could not help but feel more discomfort as he tried to resist the control of this 'Voidborn'.

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Back in Aetherion…

Footsteps echoed through the grand halls as Astraeus and I approached the Council of Aetherion for the Concord.

The doors creaked open, revealing a gathering of powerful figures.

Within the chamber stood three Eclipsal Lords and three Primordials—barely half of the expected attendees.

"Did we arrive earlier than usual?" I asked, noticing the absence of the others.

"No, you're right on time," a lady with vintage-colored hair and black-angelic wings replied calmly despite her status. Her dark wings making it clear of her status as a fallen angel. A single white rose adorned at the left side of her hair. She wears an elaborate black dress with celestial patterns-stars and crescent moon-woven into the fabric. A dark armor reinforced with her out with armor elements on the shoulder and chest. A katana on her lap with its handle vintage in color and adorned with petal like patterns.

"It's just that two rulers have chosen not to attend this Concord," a white-haired figure with an imposing presence, added. His figure similar to that of a demon. His skin shined luminously. Two horns poked out of his long hairs. His outfit patterned intricately with infernal vines. A katana at his side with a golden handle adorned with the pattern of a sea.

"And as you know, if a ruler does not attend, neither do their Primordials," a cloaked girl stated, her voice calm and a bit low.

Her figure however… Did not matched that of a great figure at all.

She was tiny like a child and carried a dark and sharp scythe bigger than us in size. Her grey hair covered the right part of her face and her skin normal toned. Her eyes ominous red. Her cloak covered her small figure showing a complete contrast of someone who is expected to be someone big in reputation and position. A small eye mask covering her right eye slight visible beneath her hair.

"Risa is likely preoccupied with training, while Omnithara is undoubtedly keeping watch over Aetherion following Vaelthar's return," the white-haired Oni continued. His tone suggested he was the most calculating of the three.

I took a moment to observe the three rulers before us.

Seraphine – The vintage-haired angel, ruler of Ignisvaria, the nation named after Ignivor, the Solar Sovereign.

Azarine – The white-haired oni, ruler of Veythralis, the nation named after Veythria, the Void Sovereign.

Thanara – The cloaked girl, ruler of Eralia, the nation named after Eravalis, the Death Sovereign.

Each ruler is accompanied by their Primordial counterpart, their most trusted and powerful servant.

Though it did not really matter considering I had won against one of the Eclipsal Lords in a friendly spar.

Seraphine turned to me, her expression playful, a mischievous smirk forming on her lips. Before she could speak, Azarine cut in.

"Save your shenanigans for later. Focus on the matter at hand," he ordered, his voice firm and authoritative.

"Aww, fine~" Seraphine pouted in mock disappointment.

I glanced at Thanara and gave the Lord of Death a gentle as she gave me a warm smile in return. The two of us completely ignoring the other two Lords.

"Now then, I assume we all understand why this Concord was called so soon?" Thanara asked, redirecting the discussion back to the urgent matter at hand. Something you would not expect a child to do.

"Yes, we all do," Astraeus affirmed as he took his seat, his expression grave.

"Vaelthar's return."

A heavy silence fell over the room at the mention of the dreaded Primordial's name.