Valmora—one of the proud central planets of the Celestial Government—glimmered under twin moons like a jewel carved between eras. Its streets twisted like rivers of glowing stone, its towers encircled by rings of floating sigils, each humming gently with old-world enchantment. The city was alive: merchants shouting, floating lanterns drifting in the sky like wandering spirits.
Above this peaceful grandeur, at the highest balcony of the Triarch Palace, three figures stood—three shadows whose decisions could alter the fate of countless worlds.
The wind carried the fragrance of old spellwood, brushing their cloaks as they gazed down at the magical medieval city beneath.
The first person—the one whose presence warped the air with authority—leaned forward slightly. His voice cut through the silence like a blade sharpened over centuries.
"We can't let things keep sliding on its own."
The second person, more composed but equally dangerous, crossed his arms.
"Then what do you propose? Watching won't fix anything."
The third , Nivaros—known across systems for his ability to cross dimensions like stepping through curtains—remained quiet. His long cloak fluttered; the faint runes carved across it briefly glowed.
The first person's voice, calm but commanding, echoed again.
"Nivaros."
Nivaros sighed deeply, head turning just enough to show his irritation.
"What now?"
His tone dripped with unwillingness.
"Again?"
The first person didn't flinch.
"No one else can infiltrate the layers we need. Only you have the precision, that experience… and the resolve."
Nivaros muttered under his breath.
"Then maybe you should recruit someone else."
But the second person stepped forward abruptly.
"Fine then. I'll go to Warshatter II."
Nivaros' eyes widened.
Even the first person—usually impossible to shake—blinked in shock.
Nivaros snapped,
"To Warshatter? Are you insane? That place hasn't recovered from the war!"
The first person's voice remained annoyingly calm.
"Why do you intend to go there?"
The second person turned his gaze toward the horizon.
"Malakar may left something behind. Something important. If we find it, everything may change."
Nivaros clenched his jaw.
"The war ended just two weeks ago. That planet is unstable. Ruins, surveillance, political tension—"
"So what?" the second person cut him off, unbothered.
The first person exhaled softly, the air around him shifting as if even Valmora bent slightly toward his will.
"The government must already be monitoring Warshatter II."
"I'm well aware."
The second's reply was fearless.
The first person gave a faint, unreadable smile.
"Then… I will await your report."
He turned slightly, his expression dimming into something colder, heavier.
"And be cautious of Shigure."
The second person smirked.
"I know my limits."
And with that, he turned and left the balcony, cloak trailing behind him.
Now only the first person and Nivaros remained.
"Nivaros," the first person murmured,
"find those Six.we want them"
Nivaros scoffed quietly.
"And you—keep an eye on Makio. He might become trouble sooner than you expect."
Silence swallowed the balcony. Nivaros' outline flickered like ink dissolving into water—then vanished into the void itself.
The first person stayed still, overlooking Valmora.
The weight of future of cores rested in his gaze.
And then, slowly…
A smile—dark, twisted—curved at the edge of his lips.
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EARTH — MAVIS
A completely different sky.
A completely different world.
Mavis walked through the school gates, hands in his pockets, eyes heavy with the remnants of that strange dream again.
The final exams were near, so teachers had given free-study time.
He took his usual seat, tapping his pen on an empty notebook page.
Why do these dreams feel real…?
A voice snapped him out of it.
"Yo! Mavis!"
George—loud, energetic, annoying in a familiar way—slid into the seat beside him.
Mavis blinked.
He had honestly forgotten George existed for a moment.
"Right… George. How was your dinner that night?"
George's face lit up instantly.
"Bro it's a WHOLE story—listen—"
And he began.
Lecture mode: activated.
But Mavis' focus drifted.
A small group in the corner was ganging up on another student, pushing him around.
Mavis stood abruptly, cutting George's speech in half.
"Hold that thought."
He stepped toward the group.
"Oi. What's this?"
The gang leader spat back,
"Your business? Nothing. Move."
Another added,
"Leave or you'll get the same treatment."
George walked up beside Mavis.
"Oh yeah? Let's see, you low-budget villains."
The group turned toward him.
Mavis tapped George's shoulder.
"Yeah, uh… I've got work. You can deal with them."
George's soul visibly left his body.
"MAVIS. BRO. YOU—YOU—TRAITOR—"
But the gang smirked.
"Aww, you two are buddies? Let's have fun then."
The fight broke out.
Some of Mavis' friends swooped in to rescue George.
But the gang leader grabbed Mavis by the collar—
pushed him—
out the classroom window.
Four floors.
Gasps erupted.
Screams.
The teacher froze.
But on the ground…
Mavis sat up.
No pain.
No wounds.
Not. Even. A. Scratch.
Even Mavis' heartbeat froze.
"H-How…?"
The gang rushed down, breathless, shocked.
"How the hell are you alive?!"
Before Mavis could speak—
A voice echoed inside his skull.
"…kill them…"
He jerked back, eyes widening.
Another voice.
Cold.
Mechanical.
"Threat should be Eliminated."
Mavis staggered.
The world spun.
More voices piled up—
"Why hesitate?"
"Selected…"
"Who are you?"
"Erase them…"
"Why let me die…"
Too many.
Layered.
Chaotic.
He collapsed to the ground, gripping his head as the world faded.And he Collapsed to the ground
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DOMAIN ZERO — THE FOURTH GOVERNMENT'S HQ
A colossal world of black stone braided with golden circuitry. The Fourth Headquarters of the Versal Government: Domain Zero. A planet where the sky hummed with raw authority and every breath smelled of ancient power.
Inside the Grand Hall, a circular chamber of shimmering crystal, twenty to thirty saints and nobles gathered. The air trembled with tension.
At the center stood a man whose presence felt colder than the void between galaxies:
Shigure Solvence,
Head of the Noble House Solvence,
the man whose name held weight across ten thousand worlds.
His blade tapped the floor once.
"It has begun."
The room fell silent instantly.
His voice carried like a judge passing sentence.
"Three hundred years ago, the first permanent core user—a miracle we still struggle to understand."
Murmurs filled the air.
Shigure continued:
"Since then, fifteen of the twenty-two cores have awakened. Selected permanent users."
One noble gasped.
"Impossible—those probabilities—"
Shigure cut him off.
"Probability means nothing. Patterns mean everything."
The lights pulsed ominously.
A saint gripped her staff.
"Why now? Why all together?"
Shigure answered without hesitation.
"Because something is coming."
Silence snapped across the chamber.
"Something big!."
The nobles stiffened.
"But now"
Shigure lifted his ceremonial blade.
The air grew heavy.
"I won't forgive the mastermind behind Warshatter II."
A chill crept across the room.
Shigure's eyes sharpened like a hunter's.
"And The murderer of the former Head of my House."
A noble swallowed.
"You mean—"
"The slayer of Saint Valmora."
Whispers trembled through the hall.
"The one who captured the Valmora which is under the solvance domain ."
Shigure continued:
"The man who aims to place the domain zero under his dominion."
He raised his sword high.
A single name lit the hall like a curse:
"Voren Mystral. The first permanent core user"
Nobles trembled.
Saints braced themselves.
Even the air wavered.
Shigure stepped forward, each footstep echoing like a drum of war.
"By the authority of House Solvence…"
The blade glowed.
"…I swear this."
Lights intensified.
"I will drag Voren Mystral from whatever pit he hides in."
Energy surged through the hall.
"I will reclaim every world he has touched."
The chamber roared with power.
"And I will carve a future of peace—"
The blade flashed.
"—even if I must tear through heaven and earth."
The hall erupted as nobles raised their weapons, forming a unified oath.
What began as fear…
Ended as the declaration of a coming war.
A war that would not remain hidden for long.
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