The One Who Writes Existence-Chapter 24: Elythros’s Altar

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A radiant golden gateway stood before them, its edges pulsating with the essence of time itself. The gods had barely finished taking in the grandeur of Kairos Eternis when an unfamiliar yet strangely familiar presence emerged before them.

Aetherion and the other main gods turned as a figure descended from the higher planes, his aura blending celestial divinity with something more—something mechanical.

He was tall, his body exuding a regal but relaxed presence. At first glance, he appeared as a god like any other, clad in flowing robes of silver and deep cosmic blue. But what stood out was the quarter of his face, which had the markings of a celestial cyborg—intricate glowing lines of energy traced along its metallic surface, the machinery seamlessly fused with his divine form. The most striking feature was his long, metallic ear on that side of his face, giving him a unique and almost intimidating appearance, yet strangely cool and refined.

His gleaming blue eye—the one embedded within the cybernetic part of his face—scanned over the gathered gods. Then, with a casual grin, he spoke in a friendly tone, like an old friend reunited after an eternity.

"Long time no see." His voice carried warmth, despite his strange, half-mechanical visage. "How have things been?"

Aetherion, the God of Time and Space, narrowed his golden eyes before smirking.

"Hah. Even after all these eons, you still know how to make an entrance, Guardian Of Elythros."

Ignis crossed his arms, his aura flickering with faint embers of interest.

"Heh, so this is what we were summoned for? A casual chat?"

Zephiron, the God of Everstorm, tilted his head slightly. His presence hummed with the energy of storms yet to be unleashed.

"Why now, though? What's causing this summons? Are we here to help with something?"

The Celestial Guardian shook his head, his expression shifting to something more serious—but not in a dire way.

"Ah, no, not quite. You were summoned by my master because... well, you know how this verse had started evolving and expanding, right now?"

Aetherion exhaled slowly, his eyes glinting with thought.

"I did sense a disturbance earlier," he admitted. "Something was shifting... But I couldn't quite grasp the source."

The Guardian smiled knowingly.

"Exactly. But before we get to that—tell me, how is your ruler?"

Aetherion's expression sharpened. "Lord?"

The others turned to face the Guardian, their curiosity piqued.

Eterna, the Goddess of Life and Death, subtly shifted her stance, her divine energy humming at a different frequency. Her voice was calm but carried an edge of suspicion.

"Why do you ask?"

The Guardian sighed, shaking his head with a slight chuckle.

"No need to get all serious, Eterna. I was just asking out of curiosity. You see, the reason this verse is evolving... is because of him."

Aetherion's eyes flickered with revelation, but before he could speak, Ignis finally lost his patience.

"Wait, what?!" His flames burned brighter, his confusion and irritation blending together. "What the hell are you saying?"

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The Guardian raised a metallic eyebrow.

"Oh? You all really don't know?" His voice held genuine surprise. "Tsk. That means your master hasn't told you anything."

Aetherion and the others exchanged glances.

The lesser gods, who had accompanied them, murmured amongst themselves, their confusion evident. It wasn't often that something caught both the Main Gods and their subordinates off guard.

The Guardian rubbed the back of his head and sighed.

"Well, never mind that. You'll find out soon enough." He clapped his hands together, changing the topic swiftly. "Anyway, the reason I called you all here today is for something much simpler—an enhancement of your authority and power."

Zephiron raised an eyebrow. "Enhancement?"

The Guardian nodded. "Yes. I am here to forge a link between you all and the multiverse itself. From now on, whenever the multiverse crosses a significant threshold, you will receive a power-up automatically."

At this, Aetherion let out a rare chuckle.

"Finally." He crossed his arms, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "I've been thinking about this since we first came here one million years ago. But that also means..." He trailed off, a knowing smirk forming on his lips.

The Guardian subtly tensed.

"Ah—hey, man, keep your voice low," the Guardian whispered quickly. "I told you to keep it a secret!"

Aetherion, unfazed, narrowed his gaze.

"When will your master finally reveal themselves?"

The Guardian hesitated before replying, his voice uncertain.

"Uh... My master said they'll reveal themselves at... some 'games'?"

But Aetherion's expression shifted slightly. His smirk deepened, and he clapped a hand on the Guardian's shoulder.

"Don't worry. You'll understand soon enough."

The Guardian frowned but let it slide. Instead, he turned to face the gathered gods and gestured for them to follow.

"Come with me."

The gods followed the Guardian deeper into Kairos Eternis, where the very fabric of reality shimmered like a living entity. The air vibrated with celestial energy, carrying whispers of void itself. As they walked, the lesser gods, who had been listening in silence, began exchanging uncertain glances.

Soon, they arrived before an enormous altar, its sheer size enough to humble even the most powerful among them.

The structure was carved from a material unlike anything seen before—a fusion of divine crystal and ethereal metal, its surface pulsating with ancient runes that shifted between colors unknown to mortal eyes.

For the lesser gods, the altar was almost overwhelming. The moment they laid eyes on it, a surge of power ran through their veins, filling them with a sense of both exhilaration and reverence. The altar wasn't merely a structure—it was a conduit, a nexus of power woven directly into the multiverse's core.

The Guardian turned to the main gods and gestured toward the altar.

"This is for your subordinates," he said smoothly. "They will meditate here and refine their divine essence. The more they align themselves with the evolving verse, the stronger their connection will become."

Aetherion and the other main gods observed as the lesser gods stepped forward, one by one.

Some hesitated at first, sensing the sheer weight of the altar's presence. But as soon as they set foot within its sacred boundary, their divine essence stirred.

One knelt. A soft, luminescent glow enveloped their form, as if the altar itself was recognizing them.

Another closed their eyes, palms pressed to the ground. The energy flowed into them like a tide, reshaping their very being.

The once uncertain expressions melted away, replaced with awe as they felt the first traces of power flowing into them—not forced, but granted.

The Guardian gave a satisfied nod.

"Good. Now, we begin with you."

He turned his attention to the Main Gods and motioned for them to follow him once more.

They walked past the first altar and deeper into the sacred realm, where another much grander altar awaited them.

This one was not a single structure but a massive formation composed of seven distinct platforms, each one representing a fundamental force of the Nexus Verse. The moment the gods laid eyes on it, they understood—this was meant for them.

Each platform radiated a unique presence:

Aetherion's was a spiraling construct of cosmic silver and violet, reflecting the infinite vastness of Time and Space.

Ignis's was a roaring sea of molten energy, representing the boundless power of All Elements.

Noctis's platform was split in two—one side a radiant white, the other an abyssal black—perfectly balancing the forces of Illumination and Darkness.

Eterna's platform pulsed with the rhythmic essence of Life and Death, resembling an eternal heartbeat frozen in stone.

Vaelora's stood as an intricate network of golden threads woven into the very air—symbols of Fate and Destiny shifting unpredictably.

Zephiron's platform was an endless storm contained within a single space—Everstorm's boundless fury and serenity, all at once.

Nyxara's was the most unsettling of them all. A platform of swirling void energy, yet laced with intricate patterns of deep crimson—a representation of pure Destruction.

The Guardian spread his arms and spoke.

"Each of you will step onto the altar that resonates with your authority. Once inside, you will gain access to new layers of your power—layers that have remained dormant until now."

Aetherion smirked, stepping forward first.

"Took you long enough." Without hesitation, he stepped onto his platform. The moment his foot touched the surface, the air around him distorted, warping like a black hole had been summoned. Space itself folded inward for a brief moment before settling. His eyes flickered with an amused gleam. "Hah. I like it."

Ignis followed, cracking his knuckles as he approached the molten construct.

"Let's see what you've got for me."

The moment he stepped onto it, flames erupted around him, but instead of consuming him, they spiraled in intricate motions, forming new patterns along his skin. His power was shifting—refining.

One by one, the gods took their places.

Noctis, silent as ever, walked onto his divided platform, his very presence amplifying the contrast between light and dark. The two energies swirled around him but never merged, like two forces forever intertwined yet separate.

Eterna exhaled softly before stepping onto her platform. The energy around her pulsed like a heartbeat, waves of creation and decay rippling outward in perfect synchrony.

Vaelora, curious but composed, stepped onto her platform. The moment she did, the golden threads of fate began weaving anew, forming patterns even she was having a hard time to decipher.

Zephiron smirked, wind crackling around him as he strode onto his storm-forged ground. Thunder rumbled, and for a brief moment, lightning arced between his fingers before dissipating.

Finally, it was Nyxara's turn.

As they stepped onto their platform of void and crimson, something... shifted.

The Guardian's eyes narrowed slightly.

For the briefest of moments, something flickered across his expression—a hint of intrigue.

But before anyone could question it, his demeanor returned to normal. He merely observed, arms crossed, as the altars began their work.

One by one, the Main Gods felt the surge of power, their divine essences resonating with the evolving verse. Their very souls were being recalibrated, realigned with the multiverse itself.

The Guardian watched in silence, his thoughts hidden behind a composed expression.

But in his mind, a single thought echoed.

"...Interesting."