The sky above the Divine Plane did not darken.
It bled.
Crimson fractures spread across the golden heavens as if reality itself had been wounded. Once, this realm had stood above all others — radiant, untouchable, eternal. The Golden Blood Beasts were not merely rulers; they were divinity given flesh. In their veins flowed the molten essence of the Primordial Creator — a living gold that granted authority over space, matter, and fate.
But supremacy invites hatred.
For the first time in recorded eternity, the Seven Planes had united.
From the abyssal void descended the armies of the Nether Ash Dominion, wielders of decay and corrosion.
From the storm-wrapped citadels came the Tempest Void Sect, masters of gravitational collapse.
The Crimson Bone Empire marched with skeletal legions that felt no fear.
The Eclipse Seraphim Order brought light twisted into annihilation.
The Obsidian Titan Realm shattered continents with living colossi.
The Mirage Lotus Covenant bent perception into lethal illusion.
And from frozen eternity emerged the Frostbound Chronarchs, manipulators of fractured time.
Together, they bore the Four Dividing Mandates — cosmic shackles forged in the dawn era, designed to suppress divine bloodlines.
"They breach the Inner Sanctum!" roared General Kaelthar, his golden armor cracked and burning.
At the heart of the palace stood the Divine Sovereign — Emperor Aurelion Kogane. His once-flawless aura flickered. Golden mist escaped his lips with every strained breath.
Around him lay thousands of fallen kin.
"My King," whispered High Priestess Seralyth, clutching a silk-wrapped infant. "The Rift Gate is unstable. It leads to an uncharted, magic-starved world."
Aurelion gazed at his son.
"It leads away from extinction," he replied quietly. "That is enough."
The Mandates activated.
Chains of cosmic law wrapped around his body, suppressing the Golden Blood that once commanded galaxies. His knees nearly buckled — but he refused to fall.
With a roar that shattered the throne hall, Aurelion tore open space itself. The void screamed. Reality folded inward.
Enemy commanders surged forward — Lord Veythrax of the Nether Ash, Archon Celestivar of the Eclipse Seraphim — their weapons burning with forbidden intent.
Aurelion thrust the cradle into the rift.
"Live, Raizen," he commanded, voice breaking beneath the weight of eternity. "Inherit the vengeance of a thousand fallen suns."
The portal snapped shut.
Silence lasted one heartbeat.
Then the Sovereign turned, golden lightning exploding from his form.
He did not fight to survive.
He fought to erase.
When the Divine Plane finally collapsed, half the invading armies were dragged into oblivion alongside him.
The Seven Planes believed the Golden Blood extinct.
They were wrong.
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