While Kevin lay unconscious, the wheel of destiny had already started to spin, moving the strings of fate away from Kevin under the influence of an unknown force and starting to converge toward a newlywed couple who are blissfully engaged in their conjugal relations.
World: ANVITA Galaxy: UNKNOWN Rank: MIDDLE
Above the surface of the world 'ANVITA,' there levitate colossal floating structures, each shaped like an inverted pyramid, vast enough to encompass the combined landmass of all three continents of Kevin's world, 'GAIA.'
These extremely large inverted pyramids are more than just a result of technological development or a magical artifact; instead, these structures pulsed in complete harmony with the world of ANVITA as if they were an extension of it.
The surface of these inverted pyramids shimmered with a hue of both gold and white, continuously rotating as if trying to form a balance with each other. Each color represents the core aspect of this world along with its future.
The steady rotation of these floating inverted pyramids on their axis bore silent confirmation to the continuous efforts and hope of their inhabitants. This eternal motion served as a metaphor for their collective commitment to the flourishing and advancement of their civilization and world.
Beneath these rotating giants, the land was hacked with naturally formed cavities, precisely matching the shape and size of the pyramids above. These cavities seemed designed to contain the pyramids, as if protecting their inhabitants from any potential calamity.
The sight of this grand scene could have been a source of boundless wonder and reverence from a far view, were it not for the unsettling intrusion of ominous black lines. These ink-like dark black lines snaked their way through the ever-shifting golden and silver patterns on the inverted pyramids.
To the untrained or uninformed eye, it might appear as though three distinct colors were engaged in a delicate dance, attempting to achieve equilibrium. However, to those who held the highest positions of wisdom and power in this world, the truth was far more sinister.
These black lines were no harbingers of harmony; they were insidious agents of destruction, creeping forward with unrelenting hunger.
Slowly, yet inevitably, they consumed both silver and gold at the same time, threatening to extinguish their brilliance. The wise knew that, if these signs were left unchecked, there would soon be no colors left—only a void of unbroken black.
At the tip of the largest and most majestic inverted pyramid, a gathering of presences exuded an aura of both peacefulness and command. Their presence was not an assertion of dominance but a natural and harmonious existence within the world's embrace. It was as if the world itself cradled these individuals like a mother comforting her child, an embrace that demanded no permission nor apology. Yet, despite their unassuming coexistence with the world, their status was undeniable; every being across the world knew that these were the individuals who ruled at the peak of this world.
From the point of view of an observer on the ground, the upside-down orientation of these beings might have seemed risky, as though they should fall at any moment. However, the gravitational force exerted by each inverted pyramid was extraordinary, far exceeding what one might expect from their size alone.
This gravitational pull anchored not only the structures themselves but also their occupants, who live dependent on it both on the outside and on the inside.
The thirteen figures seated around the circular table could almost be mistaken for humans if not for their unique and unmistakable features.
Crowns of delicately curved horns adorned their heads, resembling exquisite jeweled adornments that seemed to grow seamlessly alongside their hair. Their pointed ears, sensitive to the faintest of sounds, twitched with every subtle shift in the environment. Long, elegant tails extended behind them, each splitting at its end into the same number as their horns, exuding an allure that masked their latent danger.
Yet it was their eyes that truly set them apart. Pupilless and shining with radiant hues of silver and gold, their gazes defied comprehension, making it nearly impossible to discern where their attention was directed.
Their faces bore the weight of untold burdens. Expressions of fatigue and despondency etched into their features spoke of years, perhaps centuries, of relentless conflict. The strain of unending war had taken its toll, carving lines of exhaustion not just into their appearances but also into their very souls.
Each of them bore five horns; each crown of horns is made up of a unique combination of colors and five tails. The silence in the room was broken by one of them, his voice sharp with irritation, cutting through the stillness like a blade.
"Why did you all come here if no one is going to say anything?" he demanded, his tone laced with frustration.
"Do you think I have endless time to waste? Are you all looking down on me?"
The speaker's horns were a vivid display of his elemental foundation, the very essence of his power. Two of his five horns burned with the fiery hue of red, while the remaining three were divided between two shades of brown and one of green.
Each color was a representation of the elements that defined him. The red horns symbolized fire, a reflection of his ever-surging anger and volatile emotions.
The brown horns represented wind, embodying his twisted and unpredictable reasoning, which often bent itself to fulfill the fiery impulses of the red.
Such a combination of madness and chaos would have made him a danger to those around him were it not for the grounding influence of the greenhorn. Representing Earth, it served as a stabilizing force, keeping his actions practical and within bounds.
Another individual, seated across from him, responded to his outburst. Her horns were a striking contrast to his, each one a testament to her unique elemental balance. One horn shimmered with the cool blue of water, another with the earthy brown of wind, two glowed with the verdant green of earth, and the last radiated the ethereal brilliance of space.
Her demeanor was that of a nurturing caretaker, exuding warmth and patience, yet her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.
A toothy smile spread across her face as she spoke, her tone teasing yet calm.
"You're not the only one who's been summoned here, little child Jett," she said, her voice carrying a playful edge.
"Each of us was called at the urgent request of the First Throne. So, why don't you show a little patience? Or perhaps you'd like me to fetch you some sweet fruits to calm your nerves?"With a graceful twirl of her finger, a small portal materialized in the air beside her.
She reached into it, pretending to search for something, her movements deliberate and theatrical.
The first speaker, Jett, irritation only deepened. "I am not a child anymore, you old hag!" he snapped, his voice rising in frustration.
Her smile widened, as though she had been waiting for this exact response. "My, my," she said, her tone dripping with mock concern.
"It seems your back has healed since the last time I taught you some manners. Shall we have another lesson after this meeting?"
Almost instantly, she produced a long black stick, holding it with an air of authority.
Jett faltered, his bravado crumbling. "I-I have important things to do," he stammered, his voice losing its edge.
She laughed, a rich, melodic sound that filled the room. "Of course, child. I believe you," she said, her words dripping with playful sarcasm.
The first speaker could only grit his teeth in frustration, unable to retort. Despite his irritation, he knew better than to challenge her further.
She was the oldest among them, the most nurturing, and also the most troublesome. More than half of the individuals seated at the table had, at some point, been cradled in her lap as children—including him.
Her reputation as a caregiver was unmatched, but so were her rumors for mischief. Her unique connection to the space element allowed her to remain unaffected by the excess influences of her other elements, enabling her to nurture and care for all while differentiating whether someone is a friend or foe.
She is 'Carysa,' also popularly known as 'Mother Cas.'
The other individuals at the table paid little attention to their exchange. They were preoccupied, their focus directed elsewhere as they issued orders through projections to their respective territories.
Their minds were consumed with the responsibilities of their domains, leaving no room for the playful banter unfolding before them.
Suddenly, a palpable pressure filled the room. It was not the kind of force meant to assert dominance, but rather a presence that demanded acknowledgment.
It was the presence of a mother standing before her children, a force both comforting and commanding. At the head of the circular table, on a throne slightly larger than the others, sat a figure whose very existence radiated authority and care.
Every individual seated at the table nodded in unison, acknowledging the presence of the figure who had appeared.
Someone who they all know as 'The First Throne.'
The very embodiment of this world's will.