After a long journey across the endless reaches of space, they finally reached their destination. Before them stretched the Dream Galaxy, shining at the end of the path marked by the guiding arrow.
Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from within the galaxy, commanding, "Enter." Without hesitation, they shot forward like streaking comets, piercing the invisible barrier surrounding the galaxy until they arrived at a grand hall.
From within, they could sense the powerful auras of Luscith and his companions radiating outward like waves of pressure crashing against a shore.
They didn't mind, however, and advanced into the hall without pause, unfazed by the pressure.
As they entered the hall, their bodies changed into tall, powerful humanoid forms.
"It's been a long time, Luscith," Uhtred said with a warm smile.
However, Kismet, who was walking behind Uhtred, looked closely at Vyrinox. Because he embodied the law of destiny, he quickly discovered that Vyrinox was a clone.
There was no thread of destiny connecting him to the river of fate like the others had.
Luscith, unaware of Kismetor's silent scrutiny, returned Uhtred's greeting with genuine warmth.
"Indeed, it has been a while," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia. "It's wonderful to see you three again."
When Uhtred heard this, he chuckled as he sat while also prompting the others to sit as well.
Zarrakis noticed Kismetor's judgmental gaze fixed on Vyrinox and realized this was likely their first meeting.
He was about to introduce them, but Kismetor spoke first, addressing the matter directly.
"Would you mind explaining why you've brought a clone into our circle?" Kismetor asked calmly.
"We just want to understand your intentions and make sure everyone here feels respected"
As Kismetor's words settled over the hall, all eyes turned to Vyrinox, their expressions a blend of curiosity and disbelief.
A clone? The realization rippled through the chamber, thick with tension.
Zarrakis couldn't help but let out a deep, amused laugh. "Vyrinox, oh Vyrinox," he said, his voice tinged with mischief.
"What a twist you've thrown into this tale! You're already two steps ahead of us."
Upon hearing the accusation, Vyrinox wasted no time revealing the truth.
He explained that his true body remained in the Divine Realm, and that he had been forced to act through a clone to evade Vastoth's relentless pursuit.
Then, turning to Zarrakis with a sharp edge in his voice, he added, "And you knew this, didn't you? Why make things more complicated than they need to be?"
Upon hearing his explanation, they agreed to give him a reprieve for the time being, as they valued the group's stability. As for Zarrakis's minor act, they chose to overlook it.
After the dust settled from the initial incident, a deeper conspiracy began to unfold. Days blurred into a whirlwind of theories and strategies as the group tirelessly debated how to confront the other primordials. Every discussion crackled with intensity, weaving together laws and tactics in their quest to outwit their powerful peers.
Finally, after centuries of planning, they devised the most effective method to strike and kill them—but before acting, they needed to run simulations to ensure their schemes would succeed.
In a tranquil chamber, Kismetor sat cross-legged, centering himself, while the others waited outside. Vyrinox turned to him, his voice steady, "Are you prepared?" Kismetor inhaled deeply, his assurance clear as he replied, "Indeed." What Kismetor was about to undertake was to peer into the future—specifically, the futures of the primordials.
As he gently closed his eyes, he felt his consciousness begin to merge with the river of fate.
Before him stretched an expansive river interwoven with countless threads, each varying in size and significance.
He took a moment to observe his surroundings, he noticed that some threads were so large they seemed to dominate the scene, while others appeared smaller and more subtle.
Yet, he discovered that these smaller threads often possessed strengths that could rival even the largest ones. Among the myriad threads, certain ones captured his attention, these threads were adorned in vibrant colors, they infused the river with life and energy, symbolizing potential and resilience.
He moved carefully and reached out to touch one of the most prominent threads. As soon as he made contact, he immediately shouted, "Do it!!" Vyrinox, standing at the front of the chamber, activated his Deception Law, causing runes and patterns associated with deception to cover the room.
Kismetor was now panting heavily. "That was too close," he said, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Luscith, standing near Vyrinox, asked, "What happened?" Kismetor, now somehow relaxed, answered from inside the chamber, " I touched Timorath's thread destiny trying to see his fate, but he was able to somehow gaze back at me."
Hearing this, the group now really understood who they were up against. Gazing back through the destiny thread was impossible as Timorath was not proficient in destiny laws, which could mean only one thing: He used his power to overpower Kismetor in his domain.
"Thankfully, Vyrinox protected me using his Deception Law, or else he would have discovered my identity," Kismetor said gratefully toward Vyrinox. His earlier conflict now seemed trivial.
Kismetor closed his eyes again as he returned to the river of fate, now with a different purpose. He looked around for some time and found a large thread, which was small compared to other primordials.
He approached it cautiously, and when he touched it, his vision darkened, then returned to normal after a split second.
His eyes were now purple, and Destiny runes were visible in his pupil. He could see future visions related to the primordial who owned this destiny thread. He full of activated his power and saw future visions in which they tried to slay him.
But every time they tried, he would evade them as if he knew it beforehand. Sometimes, he would join the ranks of other primordials. Seeing this, Kismetor was irritated.
He calmed down and tried to see what they were doing wrong. After countless simulations, he found that something warned the primordial of potential danger, but he did not find what it was.
After that, he targeted another primordial, but the same thing happened. He realized that the third, fourth, and seventh primordials all had something innate that made them perceive danger. "What could it be?" he thought.
His consciousness returned to his body, and he immediately told the other seven what he discovered.
They contemplated for some time. Zarrakis who was standing at the back had a bold idea, and without thinking about anything, he attacked Ashrel with murderous intent from behind. Ashrel, who was in deep thought, felt danger. His law of darkness in him pulsated as it warned him, and he dogged Zarrakis attack.
Zarrakis abruptly halted, suppressing the chaotic energy surging around him. The air, once thick with turbulence, grew still.
The other primordials exchanged brief glances, momentarily confused, but quickly grasped the reason behind Zarrakis actions.
All eyes turned to Ashrel, waiting for an explanation. He exhaled slowly, steadying his thoughts before speaking.
"The laws have changed." His voice was firm yet tinged with something that all of them didn't expect—uncertainty.
"The fall of a primordial has disturbed the balance of the universe. The change is subtle but undeniable."
A heavy silence settled over them as Ashrel continued, his gaze sweeping across his peers.
"To correct itself, the Origin Law has adapted." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before delivering the revelation. "It has granted us the pillars the ability to sense danger before it manifests, ensuring we get the chance to overcome it or avoid it."
They listened as Ashrel continued in a firm tone: "We need to change our approach. The plans we've devised… they won't be enough."
A heavy silence followed. The weight of uncertainty hung over them, each one lost in thought, struggling to find a path forward.
After a moment, Luscith broke the silence. "Maybe we should contact her."
Vyrinox turned to him, brows furrowed. "Who?"
Luscith met his gaze and answered without hesitation. "The Primordial of Wisdom."
A flicker of realization passed through them.
"She is unparalleled when it comes to matters like these," Luscith continued, his voice calm but decisive. "And… she is the ninth member."
The atmosphere fell silent once more, but this time, there was a shift in their mind. A new possibility had