Dear reader, I am the ARCHITECT and there is just so much you don't know, so much you will be needing my guidance through, let us start with a brief history of the 9 Magical realms of Midgard.
About a hundred thousand years ago when the men of the art of knowledge were primed up in their inventions and discoveries, Elañorr, midgard's greatest Sage and Reficul the greatest Mage, together they are called the FORCE and they spin the wheel of destiny which pierces into the records of the FATES themselves, they seek not to control destiny nor break it apart but make sure there was possibilities for everyone to access, for once there are possibilities there is HOPE.
Magic for over a million years has been the major power utilized on Midgard thanks to the formation of THE SOURCE which basically is the power of Love and Belief held by Midgardians in the times past, Magic was priming up on Midgard, dimensions and realities forged out of the Primal infinity of the Universe were getting out of hand, causing trans-universal tremors and accessibilities, power that belonged to Midgardians were being siphoned into other realities of the multiverse, thanks to Sages and mages having ruptured the infinity of the universe for so long.
For this reason did THE FORCE use the wheel of destiny to access the records of the Fates and with this knowledge did Elañorr forge for Midgard 9 realms with Midgard as the Nexus, 9 realms of magic to fix the fractured infinity of the universe, These realms exists out there in deep space but all orbit round Midgard as their core, this way magic isn't siphoned into the multiverse but recycled back into Midgard. Over the course of a hundred thousand years the evil known as the Eth Gamour who resided in the 6th realm had destroyed 6 of the realms, leaving behind 3 realms of magic now - the 3rd realm where the Tower of fate resides, the 6th realm and the 8th Realm. Thanks to Elañorr's unmatched brilliance the 3 remaining realms still served as a fix to the conceptual structure of infinity and things never got out of hands, at least not until NOW.
THE TOWER OF FATE - 3RD REALM.
The tower is a mighty structure, indestructible and pure, repels the presence of evil and in it lies the WHEEL OF DESTINY. The wheel was created by Elañorr and Reficul as an access to the Fates - Transcendental beings who hold and embody the true stories of Midgardians. As powerful as such a tool sound it is unknown to so many but the Darkest one, but even he knows not to come for the tower. For the force themselves do come around for their activities like now they are gathered to pierce into Destiny and see for themselves what must be!.
" I have been waiting, the western mages are coming, I fear things are about to get heated Elañorr" Awisk - high sage and apprentice to Elañorr. He said to him as Elañorr appeared with a radiant brilliance, igniting the flames surrounding the wheel of Destiny which was seated at the heart of the great tower.
" The void mage has come for the child of Love, she won't get her and for that reason it won't be too long until Liamb himself realizes our hand in his recent misfortunes" Reficul said on appearing.
" Well, the western mages are a 100 very powerful Mages of the recently destroyed 5th realm but they won't dare come for the tower unless The Eth Gamour already knows" Awisk replied.
Reficul walked through the golden flames to hold hands with Elañorr at the heart of the wheel itself, a fiery halo formed above the wheel and both magic users were engulfed in strong aura, Elañorr-blue and Reficul-Red. They both began to pierce into the scrolls of the Fates, seeing first hand what is allowed to become of Midgard, the many options at every point even now the darkest one has his eyes on the realm.
Just outside the tower, Awisk had to go out for two good reasons, one - not even himself could stand the presence of the force in tandem, two - the western mages were close, their presence followed a heavy lightning activity, seems he was right after all, the darkest one has indeed come for the tower and Awisk, the apprentice of Elañorr was the only being that stands between the wrath of the darkest one and the tower itself.
ZOLA - GHONIS
FEW HOURS AGO.
" You won't get what you came for today reaper!" Laileb said levitating mid air while facing Osiver who now has fully transform into the Sagyre for Saguel. He was on a black robe with a face so devioud of skin and beauty he was nearly a skull like the rest of his body, his eyes were darkness and his tongue holds the power of death and he has come for Harrell.
" You would taste non existence just to satisfy a woman, your existence is a mockery to the concept of existence." Osiver said to Laileb before molding nothingness around him and shrinking it to end the spirit and while he did that he looked at Harrell who was tired of running from Osiver now and this time she picked the Opicle from the mid-ground powering it up and blasting Osiver with the powerful laser beam but it fazed the void reaper no more than the air of Midgard does.
" HARRELL" He called out to her with his death tongue. A command over death upon her and just like that Harrell was seen no more. Vanished in thin air and returned to nothingness itself, with his Job done - Harrell and the wandering spirit Laileb both removed from existence for the darkest one to claim, he vanished. A second after he vanished, there was a large rip in reality all over the city of Zola, Laileb is a spirit cut out from Reficul's being, he was an idea, and he was absolute, he broke out of nothingness itself and performed a powerful ritual such that the death of Harrell was reverted upon himself, this time not even his conceptual nature could survive the death tongue. He vanished into the void of Saguel while Harrell was magically restored into life and appeared again on Zola.
THE 6TH REALM - RIGHT AFTER THE EVENT AT ZOLA.
Saguel reported herself to the 6th realm for she has failed to claim the child of Love. The darkest One - The Eth Gamour who sits on the dark throne in his dark tower, the throne upon which light could not reach, if was completely dark and beyond sight, the walls of the tower made from souls of mages and sages across the realms who The Eth Gamour had consumed and manipulated into building a living tower of dark souls for himself. The tower which wails and groans morning, day and night in the pains and agony of the damned souls. It was a horrifying scene beholding the tower itself and even worse if possible beholding the throne of the darkest one.
" Saguel! I believe the child is yet to grasp how powerful she is" The Eth Gamour
" My lord for a moment I felt her in my loins, impossible levels of love power unlike anything to ever exist in the realm, I felt my Sagyre take him but something else exchanged their live for her" Saguel said on her knees before the darkest one.
" The Sagyre who holds the power of death powered by my very dark tempest residing within you could not kill whoever this person was?" Eth Gamour
" It was the attendant of the Bar REFICUL, the Sagyre took him however not even non existence would hold it, it returned and sacrificed it's life for her, yet it isn't dead for it always exist in the Bar, a cheat for death" Sagyre
" One that cannot be allowed, something about this girl definitely has the lady of truth messing with my plans, hmmm, what is mine will not be stolen from me"...." Lonshean!" The Eth Gamour called upon another trusted servant of his, the leader of the westerners, very powerful group of Witches who uses a connective bond to amplify their magic, together they are a force with an unbeaten record in history. Lonshean appeared immediately before the Eth Gamour.
" Saguel, you failed the darkest one" She said walking past her, glad that she is finally taking over her job to go get the girl.
" I won't send the entirety of the western mages for some girl who doesn't even appreciate what she has, go to the 3rd realm, they take what's mine, I'll take theirs, I need that tower destroyed, I trust you to bring that tower down, go with the rest of your sisters, do not fail me this time! " The Eth Gamour said with the rage in his tone, they felt it and Saguel smilled knowing Lonshean has been given a much more difficult task to fulfil but also one that will be greatly rewarded should she be successful and her chances were great with the back up of the entire western forces. Lonshean and Saguel stood up, facing each other just before vanishing.
NOW.
THE TOWER OF FATE - THE 3RD REALM.
" What exactly will he do to you if you return a failure like Saguel was?" Awisk said before the presence of the western mages who instantly descended stars from the firmament of the heavens upon the tower but the Awisk had already coated the tower with his fires for Awisk wasn't just no ordinary sage, he is a PHOENIX - A wonder beast of pure fire. Fire that burns fire and his barrier quickly consumed the stars which the Lonshean has descended upon the tower. She followed with a massive lightning strike from her palms at Awisk who manipulated it around himself, coating with fire and releases it back at Lonshean, she was quick to act, she tried a simple transmutation spell but the flames of the Phoenix will burn down even magic itself so it could not be altered. Lonshean has to teleport out of the way in time with the blast firing at the rest of her sisters behind her, evaporating about 20 of them instantly. But with the same ease, the 20 of them reformed.
Now linking with all of them Lonshean appeared dropping down a sealing spell on Awisk, so strong not even he could break out, it contained and neutralized his powers, while they fired a heavy blast on the dome that surrounded the tower, after some prolonged attack, the dome broke off, the fires of the Phoenix quelled and then they proceed to blast at the tower.
In one shot the entire 9 realms felt the tremors and the 3rd realm itself shook. The tower endured for some moment and it began to crack, Awisk watched it crack and would not bear the thoughts of failing his master, so he stopped holding back, he lets go, transforming into his original form, a massive Phoenix wonder beast, whose roars shattered the seals, burnt it off and moved at speed beyond any logic sweeping through all 100 mages breaking down their link instantly and saving the tower. Scattered and weakened on the mid-ground, Awisk chained them all except Lonshean who broke out and apparently vanished. The rest were chained up magically and absorbed into a pocket space which The Phoenix - who now is returned to his human form, held on his palms. Lonshean sneaked up on Awisk with a very powerful magical blast but the Phoenix sage will not be caught off guard, he erected a special kind of barrier in time behind him which returned the attack a billion folds at Lonshean who was banished right down to Midgard in a second, in a fraction of that second Lonshean felt her soul removed from her body, but was sharp and strong enough to keep it in, completely defeated by Awisk, she could barely stand, she began to sob knowing she could be killed for such remarkable failure.
The end.