Five days had passed since the fall of Ignar, and whispers of the "Mortal God" had already begun to stir across the realms. At the heart of the divine cosmos, the Prime Realme, the gods gathered—called by none other than Valieon himself. A new god, one not born of divine blood, but forged in battle and truth.
Ashar, now the new Flame Tyrant, walked through the marbled hallways of the Prime Palace. His steps were heavy, but his mind heavier. As he turned a corner, a booming voice echoed.
"Ashar."
It was Brontaris, the Thunder Enforcer.
Ashar stopped. "Yes?"
"What do you know of Valieon?" Brontaris asked sternly.
Ashar's jaw clenched. "Nothing. You can ask my general if you want."
Brontaris gave a nod, skeptical but silent.
Ashar summoned him. Veridian appeared shortly after, bowing respectfully to Brontaris.
Brontaris spoke without wasting time, "Tell me about Valieon. What is his nature?"
Veridian's eyes briefly flickered with memory. "He was a naughty kid. Loved animals more than anything. One day… he disappeared. Returned seven years later, stronger, stranger. It's only been three weeks since he came back."
Suddenly, a scoff echoed behind them.
Selina, the Aqua Wardeness, stepped forward with a frown. "That boy is nothing but a commoner. How can the Prime God be so careless?"
Before Veridian could respond, Caspian, the Light Herald, joined the conversation.
"Valieon deserved this post. He was orphaned, had nothing, lost hi—"
Before Caspian could finish, they all walked off.
Caspian muttered under his breath, "Suckers..."
The scene faded into murmurs as they entered the Prime Hall. The gods were already seated on their ornate thrones, their generals standing behind them. A new throne—deep violet and etched with cosmic sigils—had been placed at the highest arc beside the Prime God himself.
Whispers circled the room.
"He called the meeting, and he's late?"
"Arrogant."
"Who does he think he is?"
From behind the pillar, Veronica, daughter of the Prime God, peeked in with wide eyes. Her sisters teased her.
"You never cared about anyone before…"
"He must be special…"
She ignored them, eyes locked on the empty corridor ahead.
And then—he arrived.
Valieon, draped in a flowing purple robe, eyes glowing like galaxies, his hair dancing as though caught in a silent storm. He walked with divine elegance, alone. No escort. No general. Only power.
He sat upon his throne without a word.
The Prime God finally spoke, "This meeting has been called by the Cosmic Sovereign, Valieon. He has… some demands."
Valieon stood up.
His voice echoed, calm but thunderous.
"My first demand. I want the Void of Nexus as my Realme."
Shock rippled through the gods.
Uttyx, the Life Matron, rose immediately. "That is impossible! The Void is unstable! Time collapses there—reality twists—"
Valieon cut her off with a smile. "Oh please. Don't insult me. I've already been there. I know the truth you've all hidden."
A pause. Silence. The gods exchanged uneasy glances. The lie was exposed.
"My second demand," Valieon continued, "is to have my own army—one I will forge from the broken and the bold."
Gasps.
"My third demand: I want my own people to rule over. Not puppets. Not shadows. Real souls, real minds."
Grumbles followed.
"And my final demand… I want equal contribution in the creation of the new planet. A world where life will bloom again."
Gihmos, the Stone Sentinel, stood furiously. "This is madness! You want what even high gods can't have!"
Other gods roared in disagreement. Anger filled the hall.
But then—the Prime God raised his hand.
Silence fell.
He stood. "Enough. I have watched, I have judged. This boy—no—this god has earned more than our pride is willing to admit."
He turned to Valieon. "You shall have your Realme. Your army. Your people. And your place in creation."
The gods were stunned.
Some lowered their heads in respect. Others clenched their fists in envy.
Valieon gave a nod. "That will be all."
Without another word, he turned and exited the hall. The sound of his steps echoed like thunder across the marble.
But he did not go to rest.
He teleported—directly to the Demon Realme.
A new chapter was about to begin.
Something had to be done.