The Boundless Reach was a realm beyond the comprehension of even the highest gods—an endless sea of crystal skies and inverted constellations. At its center sat Kaelor, the Supreme One of this universe, upon a throne carved from starlight and obsidian. His eyes—two galaxies swirling with eternal storms—were fixed upon the kneeling figure before him.
Saphielle, still clad in the battle-worn armor from her recent defeat, kept her head low. Her once-pristine silver hair was matted, her face shadowed by the sting of failure.
Kaelor's voice rolled through the hall like a wave of divine pressure, calm yet carrying the weight of judgment.
Kaelor: "Saphielle… you were my spear in the Cardinal World. Yet you returned with your edge blunted.
He raised a hand, and the hall's shadows shifted, revealing another figure leaning against the far wall.
He was massive—towering nearly twice the height of Saphielle, his body a living fortress of midnight armor laced with glowing golden veins. His hair was a storm of burning strands, like molten metal caught in an eternal wind. His eyes—one gold, one black—radiated a pressure that made the air thicken. On his back rested a greatsword so massive it could cleave mountains in half.
Vorathis stepped forward, his footsteps echoing like war drums.
Kaelor: "Vorathis. You will be the next to walk the Cardinal World."
The warrior knelt with one knee, lowering his head in acknowledgment.
Vorathis: "It will be done, Supreme One."
Kaelor's voice took on a weight of command, but also something more—respect for the rules he had sworn to keep.
Kaelor: "Remember our covenant with Veldanava. The Cardinal World belongs to him, and he is my friend. You will not harm innocents. You will not destroy what they have built. Your mission is only to test the Demon Lords, the transcendent demons, and the True Dragons. Nothing more."
Vorathis's voice rumbled like distant thunder.
Vorathis: "I will hold my blade from the weak and the helpless. Only the worthy will feel its weight."
Kaelor gestured for Saphielle to rise.
Kaelor: "Saphielle. You will brief him."
She stepped forward, meeting Vorathis's gaze with a hint of defiance.
Saphielle: "They are not like us. They do not seek war for its own sake. But once challenged, they fight with every fiber of their being. Veldora—strategic, unpredictable, impossible to pin down. Guy Crimson—a predator in the shape of a man, ruthless yet precise. Milim—raw, unchained destruction, but sharper than she lets on. The transcendent demons… they fight like living disasters. And the True Dragons? They are the storms and earthquakes given flesh."
She took a breath, remembering her own downfall.
Saphielle: "If you go in expecting victory from strength alone, you will fail. They will adapt to you. They will find your weakness. They will grow. And when they do… they will break you."
Vorathis smiled faintly—not mockery, but anticipation.
Vorathis: "Then I will push them further than you ever could."
Kaelor's eyes narrowed slightly, galaxies swirling faster.
Kaelor: "Do not mistake this for conquest, Vorathis. You are a test—nothing more. The moment you stray from my command, I will end your mission myself."
Vorathis bowed his head again.
Vorathis: "Understood."
Kaelor's hand lifted, threads of cosmic light weaving into a shimmering gate behind the warrior.
Kaelor: "Go. The Cardinal World awaits."
Vorathis rose, his massive frame stepping toward the gate. But just before he passed through, he glanced at Saphielle.
Vorathis: "I'll bring back the answers you couldn't."
Saphielle said nothing—but the faintest smirk touched her lips.
And then, with a flash of blinding light, Vorathis was gone.
Vorathis was not born in the conventional sense — he was forged.
Long ago, Kaelor sought to create a warrior unlike any other. Using fragments of collapsed stars, molten essence from the Abyssal Crucible, and the spirit of an ancient war god who once ruled over ten thousand battlefields, Kaelor molded Vorathis into existence.
From the moment of his awakening, Vorathis radiated an aura of controlled destruction. His body was sheathed in blackened armor that seemed grown rather than worn, laced with glowing crimson fissures that pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. His eyes burned like twin embers of dying suns, and his voice carried the weight of an executioner's judgment.
Vorathis is the embodiment of a warrior's discipline fused with a predator's cunning.
Honorable, but Ruthless:
He lives by a personal code — to test himself and others without cruelty for cruelty's sake. While he will push his opponents to their absolute limits, he will not cross the line into dishonor. If Kaelor says do not kill innocents, then no innocents will fall. If told test them, not destroy them, then destruction will be avoided unless necessary for the test.
Silent Observer, Strategic Thinker:
He speaks sparingly, preferring to let silence unsettle his enemies. When he does speak, it's deliberate, often leaving opponents questioning themselves. He doesn't boast; he analyzes. Even mid-battle, his mind is constantly processing patterns, weaknesses, and psychology.
Predator's Patience:
Vorathis does not rush. If his prey — or in this case, the Demon Lords, Transcendent Demons, and True Dragons — are not ready for the true challenge, he will spend days, weeks, even months studying them before striking with full force.
Deep Respect for Power:
Unlike some warriors who despise strength in others, Vorathis reveres it. When he meets someone strong, he treats them as a worthy adversary, not a mere obstacle. This respect doesn't mean mercy, but rather an even greater desire to push them beyond their current limits.
Apex Combat Mastery:
Every weapon, every martial art, every tactical approach — Vorathis knows them, but he is not flashy. His fighting style is efficient, lethal, and adaptive.
Gravity Dominion:
His presence bends the battlefield itself. He can make every step feel like walking through a collapsing star, crushing his opponent's stamina and testing their endurance.
Obsidian Forging:
He can manifest weapons mid-battle from the living armor that encases his body — swords, glaives, chains, even massive siege-like weapons in an instant.
Battlefield Awareness:
He reads the environment and shifts tactics immediately, turning an opponent's advantages into traps.
And so Vorathis vanished towards the Cardinal world....