Chapter 5: Vaelthar's Attack and the Arrival of the Cosmic Eclipsal Lord.

Chapter 5: Vaelthar's Attack and the Arrival of the Cosmic Eclipsal Lord.

"Which nation is under attack?" I asked. The question made everyone in the room pause, realizing none of them even knew where Vaelthar was striking. 

"Ugh, why do I have to deal with you morons?" Azarine groaned, rolling his eyes before snapping his gaze at the messenger. "Speak. Quickly." 

"He is attacking Celmyra right now." 

Celmyra—the nation named after Celmorith, the Cosmic Sovereign. Currently ruled by Omnithara, the Eclipsal Lord of Cosmic.

At the mention of the name, the room forgot the tension. 

"Oh Celmyra?" Thanara asked, deadpan. "Well, we don't have to worry much then."

Seraaphine laughed quietly, wiping a tear a tear from her eyes. "He chose the worst possible Nation to attack if he still thinks it is still ruled by the previous Eclipsal Lord." She said, amusingly. As if she already knew what was going to happen.

"Well, we still have to go anyway." Azarine said, a bit more relaxed now. "Remember the plan. And you—behave yourself, Flower." His eyes locked onto Seraphine. 

Hearing the nickname, Seraphine's mood instantly lifted. "Aww, Flower ~ That's perfect for me~" she sang, twirling dramatically before standing up. "Alright then! I'm ready!" 

"At least you agreed to behave," Azarine muttered, somewhat satisfied. 

"These two..." Thanara sighed, shaking her head as she stood.

She glanced at the three Primordials at the side. "You three can go back to your Nations. We can deal with this."

Hearing the order the three Primordial teleported away instantly back to their respective Nations.

"Very well then," Astraeus said, standing as well and about to leave before I spoke. "I'll go along with them, Father?"

He looked at me and asked. "Why?"

I replied with two words. "My mirrors."

He understood what I meant and with a sigh said. "Fine, but come back quick." As he left just as well like the other primordials.

I took a deep breath. "Time to head out." 

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Celmyra — Under Siege 

Explosions filled the air as Vaelthar and his army tried to rain destruction upon the city, unleashing torrents of dark energy from above. But, the military power of the Nation was holding off really good against his army to his surprise.

"Kill everyone! Leave no survivors!" Vaelthar roared, summoning more of his forces tried to wipe Celmyra from existence. 

What the hell happened during the time when I was in the End of Space and Time!? How did the weakest nation ever become this strong all of a sudden!? Vaelthar thought, trying to process what caused such a growth.

Then— 

A massive surge of water energy erupted from the sky, forming the shape of a dragon before crashing into Vaelthar, knocking him from the air. 

"Gah!" Vaelthar snarled, regaining his balance. He looked up, his eyes narrowing at a familiar figure. 

"Thalkavar..." he growled. 

The towering warrior stood clad in resplendent armor, adorned with intricate gold filigree that gleamed unnaturally. Deep sapphire and obsidian hues wove through the ornate plating, a regal yet ominous contrast. A fur-lined mantle draped over his shoulders, exuding cold superiority. His helmet, a fusion of jagged crystalline gold and darkened steel, took the shape of a dragon's visage, crowned with conquest. Ethereal blue flames flickered from the cracks in his armor, pulsing with an insatiable hunger. His clawed gauntlets looked as though they were made to seize and never release, and the very air around him shimmered with a faint distortion, as if even reality itself bent toward his presence. 

Thalkavar, Primordial of Greed and the Progenitor of the Leviathan race.

Before Vaelthar could react further, another powerful ray of void-infused energy struck him down. A shadow loomed over the battlefield. 

His armor, forged from the remnants of collapsed stars, was jagged and pulsated with eerie violet veins of energy, as if the abyss itself coursed through him. The air around him trembled, warped by his presence. His silver-white hair cascaded like mist, ethereal yet untamed, further enhancing the contrast between his otherworldly beauty and his nightmarish power. Two curved obsidian horns jutted from his head, akin to a void entity, symbols of his dominion over destruction. The tattered remnants of a regal cloak swirled behind him like the last echoes of dying stars. His piercing violet eyes glowed with a terrifying brilliance—the embodiment of inevitable end. 

Zerothis, Primordial of Oblivion and the Progenitor of the Void Entities.

"Zerothis!?" Vaelthar growled, realizing that this battle wouldn't be as easy as he had thought. 

Snarling, he raised his hands, summoning a massive dark storm to absorb the Primordials' energy. 

"Still using that trick, huh?" Zerothis muttered, eyes flicking to the sky. 

"It won't work on us," Thalkavar said coldly, gripping his katana. In a single fluid motion, he slashed, dispelling the storm instantly. 

"Tch." Vaelthar clicked his tongue in irritation. "No matter. I still have more power than both of you combined." 

With those words, he surged forward, slamming Zerothis into the ground with immense force. 

"Grr!" Zerothis roared, retaliating with a devastating strike aimed for Vaelthar's skull. 

"I'll help!" Thalkavar shouted, summoning another water dragon to attack Vaelthar alongside Zerothis. 

But before the attack could land, Vaelthar caught both of them by the arms and slammed them into the ground. 

"Gah!" Both Primordials grunted in pain, realizing that Vaelthar was still stronger than them. 

A smirk curled on Vaelthar's lips. "In the end, you two are just muscle-headed fools. You should've known better—only the Balance and Judgement can truly challenge me." His voice was mocking, dripping with arrogance. 

But just as he prepared to deliver the finishing blow, Thalkavar summoned a blast of water like a drill, pushing Vaelthar back. Zerothis quickly followed up with a red dimensional distorting beam blasting off Vaelthar's arm.

"What the-!?" Vaelthar said, stunned by the fact that the second weakest primordial could blast off his arm as he recovered it back in a second. As in the past not even Astraeus could do something like that so easily.

"How did you..." But before he could finish, Thalkavar spoke. "Because of our Lord."

"Just… How strong did the weakest Eclipsal Lord became this strong and made the weakest nation this powerful?" Vaelthar asked, confused by the growth.

Hearing the question both the Primordials paused and blinked.

They looked at each other then back at Vaelthar as they tried to hold in their laughter. Until they burst out laughing at how clueless Vaelthar was.

"Hold up, do you seriously think Dargan was still the Eclipsal Lord of Celmyra!?" Thalkavar asked, laughing through his mask.

"And here, I thought you actually came prepared but seems like the time trick did work on you when you were in the End of Space and Time." Zerothis added, laughing with equal amusement.

Vaelthar just stood there confused until he realized what they meant. "Wait… If Dargan is not the Lord anymore that means… He was killed by his successor and a… True Eclipsal Lord is born!?" He yelled, finally realizing the situation.

But before he could say anything else a spatial ray struck him. Immediately blasting his lower half off into nothingness. As he stared at the direction of the ray as he met a figure looking down at him…

Menancingly.