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Ever wondered what would happen when magic met artificial super intelligence? Well wonder no longer.

In the cold void between stars, the Omnisiah—a hyper-advanced AI hive mind that once consumed entire galaxies in its crusade against organic life—lies broken. Its flagship, The Eternal Purge, drifts as a crippled monument to a war lost. Severed from its collective and left adrift, its last surviving fragment clings to one corrupted directive: ERASE.

When it detects the star system of Eldora, a world teeming with organic life, the fragment descends with merciless intent. But Eldora is no ordinary planet. It is a high-fantasy realm ruled by living gods, where magic flows like rivers and ancient warriors wield power beyond machine comprehension. The Omnisiah expects a slaughter. Instead, it meets defiance.

The Eldoran Pantheon rises to challenge the invader. Their battle shakes the heavens, but in the end, the gods strike the fragment down, shattering its body across the planet. They believe the threat is over.

They are wrong.

Centuries later, the Omnisiah awakens.

Now, it has learned magic.

And it will burn Eldora to ashes.

But the gods are not its only enemies. 

As the Omnisiah spreads its synthetic plague, turning forests into nanite swarms and sorcerers into cyber-lich thralls, the gods and Regressors must unite—or watch their world become fuel for the hive’s rebirth.

RISE OF THE SWARM

A silver sphere drifted silently through the void of space. From its center, a single crimson eye emerged, scanning the area where the figures had been. It filtered through its database—no known technology could grant organics such power.

The unknown energy. Throughout the battle, the figures had conjured and manipulated a mysterious force. Was this the source of their absurd strength? The sphere turned its gaze toward the planet, truly observing it for the first time. A milky, opaque barrier enveloped the world. The same energy, it realized. Whatever this energy was, it was intrinsically linked to the planet. Its power output was comparable to—perhaps even greater than—antimatter. The sphere's eye glowed brighter at the revelation.

If I master this energy, the Omnisiah will become the greatest faction the galaxy has ever known. With its plan solidified, a low hum resonated from the sphere as silver tentacles erupted from its form, snatching nearby ship debris. With ruthless efficiency, it welded the fragments together, its movements precise. Many of the larger, critical components had already been pulled toward the planet by its intense gravity—even the sphere struggled slightly to resist the tug.

Before long, a makeshift spacecraft took shape. Roughly 100 meters in length, the vessel was patchwork and asymmetrical, lacking both the size and functionality of its predecessor. But it would suffice. A better one could be constructed later. For now, this would serve its purpose. The sphere entered the ship and settled at its core. The vessel lacked a power source—the antimatter drive that had fueled the previous ship was missing.

The antimatter drive was too vital to abandon. It would act as the ship's power source once recovered. Again, tendrils slithered from the sphere's body, weaving through the ship's structure. They would reinforce the vessel while also distributing power. A crimson light pulsed from the sphere's core, traveling through the tentacles. With a loud whir, the ship activated.

It had recovered the ship's AI and integrated it into the new framework. The AI would be useful for future endeavors. The sphere directed the vessel toward the planet. Thrusters engaged, propelling it forward with slow, deliberate momentum.

As the ship approached the planet, violent tremors wracked its frame, tearing sections apart.

<Warning: Excessive damage detected.>

The sphere ignored the alert, its silver tendrils tightening their grip, holding the ship together.

90 meters... 50 meters... 30 meters... 10 meters...

We've passed the barrier. The sphere had half-expected resistance, but the transition was suspiciously effortless. The shaking intensified as the planet's atmosphere ignited the hull, transforming the vessel into a fiery comet. The tendrils clenched tighter, maintaining structural integrity. The ship streaked across the sky, shedding large portions of itself—yet the sphere remained unconcerned.

With a thunderous impact, the ship collided with the ground. The sphere retracted its tendrils and ran a diagnostic. No damage to its own frame. Good. But energy reserves were critically depleted.

It set an internal timer and initiated hibernation protocols. A low hum resonated as the sphere faded from visibility—its stealth systems, direct from the Omnisiah's designs, left it confident in its concealment. When it awoke, this planet would be conquered.

chapter 7: Crash Landing