This surprised Brian; his expression turned serious as he spoke. "What the fuck do you mean ny that, huh?"
"I know what you truly are, Brian Bautista. I know you're curious about yourself, about why you have a hairy, wolf-like tail..." she said to Brian. "You're already 10,000 years old, yet you still look like you're in your mid-twenties. And why did you outlive your classmates in the academy?" Brian frowned deeply but remained silent.
Sensing Brian's silence, Omega Alpha continued, "You're not human, Brian. You're from a warrior race of conquerors, planet Sakar."
Brian widened his eyes and spoke. "Planet Sakar, a race of planet conquerors," he said in a surprised tone. Omega Alpha nodded and answered.
"Yes, Planet Sakar. That's where you were born, Brian Bautista..." Omega Alpha said to him. "You are not human, nor an Earthling."
Brian frowned, trying to process the information Omega Alpha gave him. He already knew he was not human, because of his abnormal strength, speed, and everything else. He thought maybe he got these powers from being a shinobi. But then he realized that, yes, he and his classmates were indeed superhumans, but he alone surpassed all of them because he was not human. He also knew that he grew up in the academy with a hairy wolf-tail, and that he could transform into a werewolf or lycan by looking at the full moon. He realized that he was indeed not human. He might have thought that he might be cursed, or that his lycanthropy transformation was caused by his tail.
Omega snapped her fingers, teleporting herself and Brian to one of her pocket dimensions. Brian was surprised by Omega's sudden teleportation. He turned, surveying his surroundings, and found himself and her in a white, endless void.
"Where the fuck are we..." Brian said, on guard, as he struck his signature, aggressive fighting pose.
"Calm yourself. I just brought you to one of my pocket dimensions..." Omega Alpha said in a stoic expression. "This is a good place for us to talk without interruptions."
"I know you're curious about your true origins... Why do you have a wolf tail, and why did you outlive your classmates in the academy..." Omega Alpha said, in a stoic expression.
Brian slowly lowered his fighting stance, but his eyes remained fixed on Omega Alpha, suspicion still etched on his face. "Planet Sakar... I've never heard of it. Why the fuck don't I remember any of this?"
"Because your memories were suppressed, Brian," Omega Alpha said, her voice devoid of emotion. "When you were just an infant, barely old enough to crawl, Sakar was destroyed. An unknown cataclysm reduced the planet to cosmic dust. You were one of the very few survivors, sent away in an escape pod before the end."
Brian was surprised at what he heard. His mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of his past. A destroyed planet, a warrior race, a hidden heritage... it was all too much to comprehend. "Who sent me away? Why?" he said, still frowning.
"Your parents," Omega Alpha replied. "They knew Sakar was doomed. They wanted to give you a chance, a chance to live, to perhaps one day rebuild what was lost. They encoded your pod with genetic triggers that would suppress your Sakarian memories until you were strong enough to handle the truth."
"My parents..." Brian said, still surprised, his expression still frowning. "Sent me to planet Earth? How do you know all this?"
Omega Alpha's eyes glowed faintly. "The Council has access to information that is lost to most of the galaxy. We monitor threats, we observe potential protectors, and we uncover secrets that were meant to stay buried."
"So, this is why you're here? To tell me I'm some kind of space royalty?" Brian scoffed, his cynicism returning. "I'm still not buying it."
"I'm not just here to tell you your true origins, Brian Bautista, but also to recruit you as well..." Omega Alpha said in a stoic expression. "Believe what you want, Brian," Omega Alpha said, unperturbed. "The truth will reveal itself in time. But consider this: you are a Sakarian, a member of a proud warrior race known for their strength, cruelty, and barbaric nature, and their insatiable thirst for battle. You are also a survivor, a warrior who has a destiny to continue the legacy of the Sakarian race. You are, in essence, a living weapon."
Brian raised an eyebrow, as he looked toward his hands. He thought that his thirst for battle was due to his boredom, but it was actually part of himself. And his violent nature was not because of the trauma he endured in the academy, but also due to his Sakarian blood. He smiled deviously, knowing how violent and evil the Sakarians were.
Omega Alpha observed Brian, her stoic expression unwavering as she witnessed the shift in his demeanor. The revelation of his Sakarian heritage had ignited a spark within him, a primal instinct long dormant, now awakened. "The Sakarians were not simply conquerors, Brian," she said, her voice echoing in the vast emptiness of the pocket dimension. "They were also destroyers. They saw weakness as an affront and purged it from existence. Their legacy is one of fear and annihilation."
Brian chuckled, a chilling sound that reverberated through the void. "Fear and annihilation... well, power and domination is the only thing that matters in this world; anything else is nothing but a delusion from the weak..." He said with a grin, remembering what his masters had told him. He stared at Omega Alpha's outstretched hand, a storm of emotions raging within him. The promise of knowledge about his true origins was something he couldn't walk away from. He was already curious about himself, now that he had the opportunity to find out from her.
"Before I agree to joining you, tell me more about my race, who my parents were, and why they sent me to Earth..." Brian said, his devious grin changing to serious.
Omega Alpha, seeing Brian's expression, nodded in agreement. "Very well, but before I tell you everything, I have something to show you first," she said in a stoic tone.
Brian was surprised what type of thing Omega Alpha was going to show him. Omega Alpha raised her right hand and created a white orb in the palm of her hand. Brian was surprised at what Omega Alpha just did.
"What the fuck is that..." Brian said in a surprised tone, looking at the white orb.
Omega Alpha spoke, answering his question. "You said you wanted to know who your parents were, right, and why they sent you to Earth?" she said in a stoic expression. "This will reveal everything for you..."
Brian raised an eyebrow at what Omega Alpha said, then his expression turned serious. Omega Alpha then projected a vision in the white orb as Brian looked on. Brian saw two silhouettes in the white orb, which slowly came into focus, revealing two people. The man carried a large, rounded space pod in his right hand. The female carried a sleeping baby in her arms, and they were outside their house, heading towards an isolated area.
The man was very tall, in his mid-twenties, and stood approximately 195.58 cm (6'5") tall. His handsomeness, height, and muscular physique, with a very stoic and serious expression on his face, were striking. He had spiky black hair, tan skin, onyx eyes, and thick, defined eyebrows—striking features, similar to Brian. A distinctive long, rough x-shaped scar traced his left cheek. He also had a brown, hairy wolf-tail around his back, indicating that he was Sakarian. His attire included dark blue and green Sakarian Battle Armor, paired with navy-blue combat pants, long red armbands and leg warmers, a green Scouter affixed to his left eye, and black and green boots. Additionally, he wore red armbands on both hands and a short headband.
The other figure was a female, her height around 175.26 cm (5'9"). Since the average height of female Sakarians is around 193.04 cm (6'4"), she was the smallest in the Sakarian race. She had a sad expression on her face, a voluptuous body, pale skin complexion, onyx eyes, and short, shoulder-length, shaggy black hair. Her face resembled her beloved son, Brian Bautista, or, by his Sakarian name, Brukon. She typically wore a sleeveless black bodysuit, dark green combat armor with bronze and white trim, purple armbands, and white boots. Like other Sakarians, she had a hairy brown wolf-tail.
Brian's eyes were glued to the image in the orb, his mind struggling to reconcile the stoic warrior in the vision with the terrified child sent hurtling through space. He watched as the couple reached a desolate clearing, the woman clutching the baby closer, tears streaming down her face.
The vision flickered, and Brian saw the man carefully placing the space pod on the ground. He activated a series of controls, and the pod hummed to life, a soft blue light emanating from within. The woman gently placed the sleeping baby inside, her tears now falling freely onto the child's face.
Brian noticed that the baby was him, an infant version of himself. His eyes widened in shock as it had been so long since he had seen himself as a baby. As he looked closer, he could see that the infant version of himself had already opened his eyes but couldn't yet talk. He also heard them talking, but he somehow couldn't understand what they were saying. Since he had never heard the language they were talking in, they were speaking gibberish to him. But little did Brian know, they were talking in the Sakarian language, which Brian had never heard before.
"What the fuck are they talking about..." Brian said, not understanding every word they said.
Omega Alpha then answered his question. "They are talking in the Sakarian language, the language of your homeworld, Brian Bautista..." she said, in a stoic expression. "Let me translate it for you..."
The vision flickered again, and this time, Brian could understand the words they were saying. The man walked beside his wife, his expression stoic.
"Basaku, are you sure about this..." The female Sakarian said, in Sakarian. She was walking on the left side next to her husband.
"Yes, I am, Parzil..." The tall male Sakarian said to his wife. "This is the only way to ensure the safety of our son." He said in Sakarian, his expression stoic as he walked on the right side of his wife, carrying the round-shaped space pod on his right shoulder.
"But he is only a month old; it's too dangerous for our baby to be sent to Earth," Parzil said, her voice filled with concern.
Basaku spoke calmly to her. "Yes, I know he is only a month old, but he can handle that planet by himself."
"That's the thing I'm saying... Basaku, our boy only has a power level of 0; even if you say that Earth is a very weak planet, it's too dangerous for him," she said, still in Sakarian, her expression serious and somewhat angry.
Basaku stopped walking, his stoic face softening slightly as he looked at Parzil. "I know it's not ideal," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sadness, "but we have no choice. Sakar is doomed. As long as we can't find an end to this threat to our planet, we can't risk the life of our one and only son..." He said in a stoic expression. "Sending Brukon to Earth is the only chance he has."
Parzil's eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling. "But what if he doesn't survive? What if the people of Earth are hostile? He's just a baby, Basaku! He needs us."
Basaku gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. "He is a Sakarian, Parzil. He is stronger than you think. And the pod is equipped with a cloaking device and a learning AI. It will protect him and teach him everything he needs to know to survive. It will also suppress his memories of Sakar until he is strong enough to handle the truth."
Basaku continued. "Don't worry, Parzil... if we find a way to solve the threat of the higher Gods and the Nephilim, we will go to Earth and bring him back," Basaku said, in a stoic expression. "But for now, it's necessary for him to be sent to Earth, as it's not only a weak planet but also a perfect planet for his survival..." He said to her, as he gave her a warm smile. Parzil didn't respond and remained quiet.
"H-how can you say that..." Parzil said to her husband as Basaku wiped her tears with his hands.
Basaku continued. "Because he is a Sakarian; he is strong..." He said in a warm smile. "Now be ready; I will prepare the space pod and ready everything you are going to say to him." He said, as he removed his hands from her face, his expression turning stoic again. Basaku put the pod to the ground and readied everything.
Basaku stood beside the pod, adjusting the controls with practiced efficiency. The blue light inside pulsed gently, casting an ethereal glow on baby Brukon's sleeping face. He turned to Parzil, his expression softening again. "It's time," he said softly. "Say your goodbyes."
Parzil gently placed the infant Brukon into the pod, who only stared at his parents innocently. Tears streamed down her face as she caressed his cheek, her voice thick with emotion. Her heart ached at the sight of her tiny son, so vulnerable and unaware of the fate that awaited him. She gently stroked his cheek, her tears falling silently onto his face.
"My sweet Brukon," she whispered in Sakarian, her voice thick with emotion. "My brave little warrior. I wish we didn't have to do this, but know that we are doing this because we love you so much." She paused, struggling to maintain her composure. "You are a Sakarian, Brukon. You are strong, you are resilient, and you are destined for greatness. The blood of warriors flows through your veins. Never forget that." She said to baby Brukon, who only stared at her. Parzil wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to Basaku and spoke, "It's your turn to say something to him."
Basaku looked down at Brukon and spoke gently. "Be strong out there, my son; you're a Sakarian, a proud warrior. Carry that legacy, even in death, and never abandon it." He said, in a serious expression. He then took his scouter from his left side and put it next to baby Brukon.
Parzil also noticed this and spoke. "Why did you give him your scouter..." She said to Basaku.
Basaku, still looking eye to eye with his son, spoke. "I recorded everything we said to him in that scouter. So when he grows up, he can activate the scouter and hear our message again." He said stoically.
Brian's eyes widened, as he remembered the destroyed scouter in his possession when the Hunters Blades Shinobi found her. "That's the scouter I took from my teachers." He thought to himself.
Basaku turned toward his wife and spoke. "Do you have anything more you want to say to him?" Parzil shook her head and said, "No, I already said everything."
Basaku turned to the pod and clicked the button to close the glass. baby Brukon looked towards his parents inside the space pod as he placed his small right hand on the glass. Parzil and Basaku also did the same thing, as they placed their hands opposite the glass. Brian saw the interaction, his tough guy persona changed to one of sadness, as he too placed his right hand to the orb instinctively, seeing the final image of himself and his parents. As the pod slowly ascended into the air, Parzil and Basaku slowly removed their hands from the glass.
Baby Brukon still looked down at his parents, his hand still placed on the glass, as if he was about to cry. Parzil slowly ran forward but then stopped and started crying. Basaku slowly approached her and placed his right hand on her right shoulder to comfort her. Brukon's space pod suddenly stopped, then automatically flew into the skies and into space at a supersonic speed. As baby Brukon looked down, the image of his parents slowly disappeared. Then, meters away from planet Sakar, the planet exploded while baby Brukon's pod flew in the deep space in supersonic speed. The image disappeared inside the white orb as it returned to its previous appearance.
Brian saw this, as he also removed his right hand from the white orb, lowering his hand. He felt many emotions inside of him. But he remembered everything he learned from the academy and brushed away the emotions inside of him, returning to his tough persona again. He stared back at Omega Alpha, his serious expression returned.
"Tell me, are those two my parents?" Brian asked, his voice full of seriousness.
Omega Alpha, seeing Brian's expression, nodded and spoke. "Yes, they are; those are your parents, Brian," Omega Alpha said, her voice gentle despite her stoic demeanor. "You were born into a low-class family, Brian Bautista. And your real name, or your Sakarian name, is Brukon." She said in a stoic expression. "Your father was named Basaku; he was the general of the Sakarian army; he was renowned as a great scientist and tactician, with excellent strategies. Your mother was Parzil, an ordinary Sakarian housewife. They were among the most respected members of Sakarian society."
Omega Alpha continued and spoke. "They sent you to planet Earth to save you from the destruction of your race, where the Hunters Blade Shinobi found you and raised you in the academy, alongside your human classmates."
Brian's serious expression did disappear and spoke. "I see; that makes a lot of sense now."
"So, what the fuck happened to them? Did they survive the destruction of Sakar?" Brian asked, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability despite his attempts to maintain a stoic facade.
Omega Alpha's expression remained unchanged. "No, Brian. Basaku and Parzil perished along with the rest of the Sakarian race when their homeworld was destroyed. The cataclysm was sudden and complete. There were no survivors, aside from those who were already off-world."
Brian clenched his fists, a surge of anger coursing through him. He always knew the answer, as it was already obvious that his parents were dead. "And what about these... higher Gods and Nephilim? What threat did they pose to Sakarians?"
"That is a long and complicated story, Brian," Omega Alpha replied, "one that would require more time than we currently have. Suffice it to say, the Sakarians were a powerful and warlike race, but they were not without enemies. They had angered beings far beyond their comprehension, beings capable of destroying entire planets."
Omega Alpha continued, her eyes gleaming with almost predatory amusement. "Planet Sakar... a world lost to time, a civilization shattered by a conflict that shook the very foundations of existence. Long before Earth and other life forms existed—460 nine eons ago, even before the Sakarian Empire was formed, or the planet was named Sakar—two species inhabited the planet: lycans and werewolves. They were among the cosmos's first life forms. A catastrophic turning point occurred when these two races engaged in a devastating war, the Bloody War. Each species, naturally aggressive and warrior-like, strived for dominance, waging a ruthless, barbaric conflict."
Omega Alpha continued, explaining the war. "The conflict stemmed from the lycans' belief in their superiority, viewing werewolves as lesser beings. This belief was rooted in the lycans' ability to control their transformations, making them potentially stronger and more controlled than werewolves, who were often forced to transform by the full moon and were seen as wild and uncontrollable, although they could also train to control their transformations. However, the werewolves proved capable of rivaling the lycans in power and strength. Their home planet became the battlefield, with conflicts raging across it."
"The war," Omega Alpha continued, her voice dropping to a low, almost reverent whisper, "lasted for eons, reshaping the very landscape of Sakar and leaving scars that even time couldn't fully erase. Both sides suffered unimaginable losses, their numbers dwindling, and their strength waning."
"Then, there was Daikon, the werewolf leader. Unlike his comrades, Daikon possessed a righteous heart. He existed long before the planet was called Sakar and was the first to awaken the Legendary Sakarian transformation—a power the Sakarians themselves call the Legendary Sakarian God (the real name is Legendary Sakarian). He awakened this transformation after witnessing the deaths of his comrades, driven by his desire to end the war," Omega Alpha continued, her expression turning serious.
"With this power, Daikon saved his comrades and single-handedly defeated the lycans. Despite his comrades urging him to kill them all, he refused, believing it unrighteous to kill a defeated warrior," Omega Alpha said.
"Then, not long after, Radigon, the lycan leader, possessing a wicked heart, was the second to awaken the Legendary Sakarian God, doing so out of necessity. He challenged Daikon to a death battle; the winner would determine the fate of the Sakarian race. Their battle ended in a stalemate, with both dying. The remaining lycans and werewolves reached a fragile truce, a tenuous peace born of mutual devastation. This ended the war and united the two species, who then called themselves Sakarians and their planet, Planet Sakar." Omega Alpha looked at Brian. "Not long after, they named their empire the Sakarian Empire. They are now renowned as the strongest and most technologically advanced race in the universe," she concluded.
Brian stared, with a serious expression, at Omega Alpha. The weight of this revelation pressed down on him, a shocking revelation. He, a warrior, a proud shinobi, who had spent centuries honing his skills, a shinobi who had sought with a thrill for fighting and destruction, was a descendant of this ancient, brutal, yet magnificent history. He felt a kinship with Radigon, a respect for his brutality, and a chilling recognition of the darkness that still lingered in the Sakarian bloodline—a darkness hinted at in his own occasional bursts of uncontrolled rage.
A dark smile slowly spread across Brian's face. "Lycans and Werewolves... a race forged in bloodshed, capable of such power... and I am their descendant." He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "It explains so much."
"With this power, Daikon saved his comrades and single-handedly defeated the lycans. Despite his comrades urging him to kill them all, he refused, believing it unrighteous to kill a defeated warrior," Omega Alpha said.
"Then, not long after, Radigon, the lycan leader, possessing a wicked heart, was the second to awaken the Legendary Sakarian God, doing so out of necessity. He challenged Daikon to a death battle; the winner would determine the fate of the Sakarian race. Their battle ended in a stalemate, with both dying. The remaining lycans and werewolves reached a fragile truce, a tenuous peace born of mutual devastation. This ended the war and united the two species, who then called themselves Sakarians and their planet, Planet Sakar." Omega Alpha looked at Brian. "Not long after, they named their empire the Sakarian Empire. They are now renowned as the strongest and most technologically advanced race in the universe," she concluded.
Brian stared, with a serious expression, at Omega Alpha. The weight of this revelation pressed down on him, a shocking revelation. He, a warrior, a proud shinobi, who had spent centuries honing his skills, a shinobi who had sought with a thrill for fighting and destruction, was a descendant of this ancient, brutal, yet magnificent history. He felt a kinship with Radigon, a respect for his brutality, and a chilling recognition of the darkness that still lingered in the Sakarian bloodline—a darkness hinted at in his own occasional bursts of uncontrolled rage.
"And what happened then?" Brian asked, his voice barely a whisper. A terrible presentiment, a gut-wrenching feeling that he already knew the answer, washed over him.
Omega Alpha continued. "Even united as Sakarians, they remained ruthless, barbaric, and merciless, naturally aggressive warrior races. They conquered countless planets, realms, dimensions, and even multiverses to expand their empire, enslaving other races throughout the cosmology. This included the high heavens, realm of the angels, and the burning hells, realm of the demons. The Sakarians were feared throughout the cosmology for their unmatched military experience and prowess and their highly superior advanced technologies." She added, "The only difference between the lycans and werewolves was that the lycans had long, hairless, grey tails and naturally white hair, while the werewolves had long, brown, hairy tails and naturally black hair."
Brian's eyes widened, and he looked at his appearance. Then, noticing his own black hair and long, hairy, brown wolf-tail, he realized he was a werewolf, not a lycan. He thought that Radigon was his ancestor, but it turns out it was Daikon, the righteous heart. He frowned, feeling disgusted that he was the descendant of Daikon rather than Radigon. Even so, his respect for Radigon's ruthlessness remained. The weight of his legacy, the brutality of his own race, pressed upon him with a proud smile. He had always felt a disconnect, a darkness within himself he couldn't understand. Now, he understood: it was the echo of millennia of conquest, a blood-soaked heritage flowing in his veins.
"You're fucking kidding me; you're saying I'm a fucking werewolf, I'm the descendant of that motherfucker Daikon...?" Brian said in an angry expression, with disappointment.
Omega Alpha nodded, her expression somber. "Yes, you are a werewolf. The Sakarian transformation—lycanthropy—is not limited to a single species. It's a genetic trait inherent in both lycans and werewolves from birth. While werewolves' lycanthropy is awakened by a full moon, lycans' is awakened by extreme circumstances, a desperate need to survive and protect." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "Your disgust is understandable. Your ancestors' actions were monstrous. But understanding the past doesn't excuse it; it allows you to learn from it, to break the cycle of violence."
Daikon's righteous heart reflected a benevolent soul, while Radigon's wickedness twisted the same potential into a destructive force. "Your lineage, your inherent nature... it leans towards Daikon's path, but that doesn't define you, Brian. The choice, the path you take, remains yours," Omega Alpha said. "You might be connected to Daikon, but that doesn't mean you must walk the same path as your lycan ancestors."
Brian scoffed and said. "Hmph... you better fucking right you are..." He said with a devious smirk.
Brian felt a strange mixture of revulsion and fascination. The legacy of conquest, the potential for immense power, both terrified and intrigued him. The weight of expectation, the burden of his heritage, felt less like a crushing weight and more like a challenge. He wasn't defined by Daikon's ancestors' kindness; he could shape his own destiny. He looked up, his eyes still clouded with shock and revulsion.
"So, what now?" Brian asked, his voice rough, trying to mask the turmoil within him. "You've told me my whole sob story. I'm a werewolf descendant of some goody-two-shoes who stopped a war. Big deal. What does this have to do with those Higher Gods and Nephilim that destroyed my planet?"
Omega Alpha remained stoic. "Remember earlier when I said the Sakarians conquered countless planets, realms, and dimensions? Well, they found their match when they tried to conquer a specific realm called Eden..."
Brian raised his eyebrows and spoke. "The fuck do you mean the Sakarians found their match?"
Omega Alpha continued. "When the Sakarians, having conquered the high heavens and the burning hells, thought they could easily conquer Eden, they discovered it was the realm of the Nephilim." Her expression turned serious. Brian's eyes widened at the mention of the Nephilim.
"The Nephilim," Omega Alpha continued, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper, "were beings of immense power, ancient and enigmatic. Offspring of Angels and Demons, they wielded the power of both the high heavens and the burning hells. They rivaled the Sakarians, resisting their invasion. This sparked a war that spanned creation itself; the conflict is called the War of the Ancients."
Brian listened intently, absorbing Omega Alpha's words. He never knew that these Nephilim race could rival the power of his own race. He had never faced a Nephilim before, but if what Omega Alpha said was true, that they could rival the power of the Sakarians, this meant they were indeed strong, and he couldn't wait to fight one of them in the future. But little did Brian know that both the Sakarians and the Nephilim were already extinct.
"The war was devastating," Omega Alpha said, her voice somber. "It tore apart worlds, leaving scars that echo even now. Both sides wielded terrible power, capable of shaping reality itself. The Sakarians, with their brutal, unpredictable might and advanced technologies, clashed against the Nephilim's raw, unimaginable magical powers and their ability to wield the power of both heaven and hell. Neither side could achieve a decisive victory; it was a bloody, unending stalemate that threatened to consume all of existence."
Omega Alpha added, "And the irony is that the Nephilim, having just defeated the high heavens and the burning hells, took Eden as their home, killing and slaughtering all its previous inhabitants."
Brian grunted, absorbing this new information. "So, a war between unstoppable forces, huh? And what happened? Did they just keep fighting until everything was rubble?"
Omega Alpha shook her head slightly. "No. A third faction intervened. Beings of immense power, even greater than the Nephilim—the Higher Gods. They saw the devastation that the War of the Ancients was causing, and they decided to put an end to it."
Brian snorted. "The Higher Gods, huh? And what, they just snapped their fingers and made everyone play nice?"
"Hardly," Omega Alpha said, a hint of something akin to weariness in her voice. "The Higher Gods were beings of immense power, but they were also bound by certain cosmic laws. The Higher Gods ordered the extinction of the Nephilim race and the Sakarian race. The Higher Gods viewed the Nephilim race as a cursed creation because they themselves didn't create the Nephilim race; angels and demons did because of their unholy reunion. And the Higher Gods feared the power of the Legendary Sakarian Gods, as they thought the power itself was a threat to them."
"So, let me get this straight," Brian said, his brow furrowed in thought. "The Higher Gods decided that both the Sakarians and the Nephilim were too dangerous to exist, so they just... wiped them out?"
Omega Alpha nodded grimly. "Not entirely. The Higher Gods are not omnipotent; they knew how strong the Sakarians and Nephilim were. They could not simply erase the Sakarians and the Nephilim from existence. Instead, they created a weapon to eliminate both the Sakarians and Nephilim. So, they planned for the War of the Ancients to happen so that they could kill them all at the same time."
To be continued.