"Your Majesty."
"Lady Underworld."
"Lady Demeter."
"What's happened?" Albedo asked, unable to bear the silence of the trio. She was genuinely clueless about the situation.
"What's happened…" Alistair said, a spark of amusement in his voice. "It seems something intriguing has indeed occurred."
"Hold on a moment…" He raised a hand, stopping Persephone and Demeter from speaking.
His consciousness began to merge with the Dimensional Galaxy Chart.
At that moment, he felt its feedback.
The Dimensional Galaxy Chart was a divine artifact, but more precisely, it was an extension of Alistair's authority, a unique power tied to his essence. There was no error in this understanding.
With time, his mastery over the Chart grew, approaching perfect control.
That aside, he now immersed himself in it, seeking to understand what had transpired.
The Chart responded, relaying fragments of information gathered during its search for new worlds.
The room fell silent.
"Daughter," Demeter said softly, her voice warm. "Don't worry. Trust Dust. He'll handle everything."
"We just need to wait patiently, without doubt or hesitation."
"I know, Mother," Persephone replied. Though her mind raced with questions—what had happened, what was the issue—she harbored no fear, only curiosity about the anomaly.
Albedo remained quiet. She didn't grasp the situation but knew her role was to observe for now.
Time passed.
Alistair withdrew his consciousness, opening his eyes and rubbing his brow, deep in thought.
Persephone didn't ask questions. Instead, she gently guided him to rest his head on her lap, his legs across Demeter's.
She massaged his temples softly.
After a moment, Alistair gathered his thoughts, retracting the Chart with a flick of his hand. A wry smile played on his lips. "Honestly, I never expected this. It's… quite the situation."
"Dust, what did you find?" Persephone asked gently, her voice calm and understanding.
Her grace and wisdom were why Alistair cherished her. She was nearly perfect—capable, composed, and never overstepping, always kind to others. Who wouldn't adore such a woman?
He rubbed his chin, pondering. "Where to begin…"
"To be precise, Saint Seiya: Saintia Sho is indeed part of the Saint Seiya world. Fundamentally, they're one."
Persephone caught the crux. "One, yet separated for some reason?"
Alistair nodded. "Exactly. They were originally unified, but Chaos, the Absolute God, had his agents split them."
"Chaos?" Demeter's eyes narrowed, startled. "This involves Chaos?"
"Not just Chaos," Alistair said, shaking his head. "It involves several Absolute Gods."
His words made Persephone and Demeter's eyes widen in shock.
They hadn't anticipated this scope.
"Dust, do you know more specifics?" Persephone asked softly.
"Only fragments," he admitted. "The Saint Seiya world is a true Omniverse, with countless multiverses beneath it. Each Absolute God creates numerous universes, which, combined with the spread of time and space, form a complete multiverse."
The mother and daughter nodded, familiar with this.
"But," Alistair continued, "through divisions of time and space, many singular universes emerge. Saintia Sho was a parallel universe, now severed into a standalone singular universe."
"Though it's still linked to Saint Seiya, that connection can't support divine traversal. Over time, it will fade entirely, severing all ties."
He described the relationship between the worlds, avoiding deeper intricacies.
The women listened intently, refraining from probing further. Some things were best learned gradually—knowing too much too soon could be unwise.
"Moreover," Alistair added, "Absolute Gods have reached their limits. They yearn to progress further, but no matter their efforts, they're stuck."
"Absolute Gods are born as such, yet despite their might, they can't advance."
In the Saint Seiya world, divinity was rigid. Your potential defined your ceiling, and no amount of effort could surpass it.
The world seemed vibrant, yet it harbored a profound despair—a soul-deep hopelessness that words couldn't fully capture.
It was a brutal reality.
No being, not Persephone, Demeter, Primordial Gods, nor Absolute Gods, could escape it. Some were born invincible, yet forever barred from further growth, despite the path lying before them.
That was the ultimate despair, an inescapable truth.
"So," Persephone mused, "Absolute Gods represent the pinnacle from birth. To progress, they seek methods beyond their limits, turning to the multiverse?"
She was sharp, piecing together the truth from Alistair's fragments.
He nodded. "Exactly. The multiverse is their path to growth. Absolute Gods stand atop their multiverses, but further progress is nearly impossible. Their ceilings are fixed."
"To break through, they seek opportunities in the multiverse, casting worlds out to grow independently, hoping to harness their world power or find other means to transcend their limits."
His voice was calm, but the implications shook the women.
Absolute Gods were not to be underestimated.
"Yet," Alistair said, shaking his head, "they failed. Crossing the multiverse isn't so simple."
A confident smile curved his lips. His high rank and the Dimensional Galaxy Chart gave him an edge. He could truly navigate the multiverse, unlike them.
"Their plan failed," he continued. "The rest is simpler. That was their ambition."
His communion with the Chart revealed much, but only fragments—insights gathered during its search.
The women fell silent, pondering.
Albedo spoke up softly. "Your Majesty, perhaps you shouldn't leave Elysium so freely. These Absolute Gods, trapped for eons, would go mad for even a sliver of hope. If something went wrong…"
She was right. Even a faint possibility could drive them to desperation.
Alistair nodded, acknowledging her concern without elaborating.
"Dust," Persephone said, "you must be cautious. If something happens, it'd be disastrous."
"No worries," he replied. "Even standing before Absolute Gods, they wouldn't recognize me."
His divine power, though unignited, was immense. Against Demeter, he'd dominate; against Persephone, he could hold his own, though he'd likely lose. Against Primordial or Absolute Gods, he'd be crushed.
Yet, his rank—666—made him invisible to them. He was just a minor figure wielding dark power in their eyes.
"The rank gap is vast," he said confidently. "As I grow, it'll widen. What I don't want known stays hidden."
Persephone nodded thoughtfully. "Still, be careful. Elysium's setup is nearly complete, but what about Saintia Sho?"
Alistair waved dismissively. "That's for the Hell Council to handle. I've left the data. Why else have a council?"
He grinned, hands spread. Why gather so many subordinates if not to use them? They weren't mere collectibles—they'd work.
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